echoes running thoroughly upon my head,
my my, these words i hear repeatedly said
lightning and thunder fumbling in my bed
a sight i see, the color red
the quiet resonance filling my ears
all that is left are cries and tears
sighed and breathed, no one hears
this halting life, in my mind, pierced
keep on screaming, they say
living always have a price to pay
so come what may
perhaps its too late to stay
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
echoes running thoroughly upon my head,
my my, these words i hear repeatedly said
lightning and thunder fumbling in my bed
a sight i see, the color red
the quiet resonance filling my ears
all that is left are cries and tears
sighed and breathed, no one hears
this halting life, in my mind, pierced
keep on screaming, they say
living always have a price to pay
so come what may
perhaps its too late to stay
