I used to follow every echo
             bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work

                            that where
        hanging in my empty halls..


Before I realised that within these
                    representations of hollow
                                       imitations.

Were just blank obscure nothingness's
                        swallowing me within a
                                   kaleidoscope of false
                      pretext.

And then I saw that there was no picture
          as the  frame never existed
     beneath the
              echoes just shadows of insecurity...