All that wander inside me,
Are lost, lost.

All the gone souls,
All the dead people,
Hearing their bells toll.

Ring, ring.
Something we used to be.
But I won't pick up the phone.

Sing, sing.
Oh how I listened intently,
To lies of my own demise.
Demure.

****, ****.
These little fragments.
Of my whole.
Failure.

Away, Away,
future is gone,
Today.
The past circles around and,
I have nothing else left to,
Say.