Echoes are filling me up
Clouding my air and staining the walls
Memories follow deeper into the forest
Hidden in every shadow, eyes stare lifeless as a doll
Stumble and turn to find a light
Knowing nothing but fear and hurt
I scream and fall to my knees
Echoing a child at his mother's skirt
Their faces twist in my mind and scream
Killing me with daggers I build
From the wastes of youth that litter my halls
Potency more than had ever touched their wills