[ECHOES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ECHO...
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SO HOLLOW AT TIMES THAT I CAN FEEL THE ECHOS AS THEY BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS OF MY UNREQUITED SOUL.
THIS VAST NETWORK OF CAVES AND CAVERNS, THIS BLISTERING DESERT WHERE I ROAM ALONE WITH NOTHING TO QUENCH MY THIRST.
NO OASIS WHERE THE GREEN DAZZLES THESE EYES.
A LONESOME STRANGER IN A LONESOME STATE.
WOE MY COMPANION.
CAN A MAN CRY?
DO HIS TEARS HAVE ANY IMPACT AS THEY FALL INTO THE DUST?
RIPPED FROM THE DUCTS OF HIS EYES.
ARE HIS SCREAMS HEARD AND DOES ANYONE GIVE A DAMN AS HE HOLLARS INTO THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT...THE BRIGHTNESS OF NEW DAYS?
WHERE DOES HE BEGIN TO SEPERATE THE WAR FROM THE PEACE. THE GOOD FROM THE EVIL?
WHY DOES HE CRY?
SMALL DEATHS THAT TAKE PLACE IN THE MIDDLE OF LIFE.
DREAMS CRUSHED IN THE FIRST DAYS OF BEING BY THE STAGGERING WEIGHT OF REALISM PLACED SO SQUARLY IN A SEEKERS PATH.
A SHORT WALK TO THE COFFIN WHERE A DREAM LIES ON SATIN. WHITE CLOUDS IN THE CENTER OF RAGING EMOTIONS.
THIS IS WHERE WHEN WE GO WHERE DREAMS DIE.
WHEN LIFE SEEMS TO HAVE NO MEANING AS WE BEAT OURSELVES TO DEATH, BANGING OUR HEADS AGAINST THE BRICKS OF THE WALL.
HANGING ON THE EDGE OF CLIFFS THAT EXIST IN EMPTY SOULS.
AS WE TRY TO MAKE SENSE OF THE SENSELESS, TUNED OUT AS WE TUNE IN.
HELLOOOO, LOO, LO.
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