Echoes -

Stiffed waiting for odds l cannot see

A deal that was not meant to be

All things in the past must be set free

A meager reply of sorts I see

Black holes in the fire beneath my feet Expanding with eyes I cannot see Tapes

ran to till they burst and break from the seams

A singular sound for all who breath

A chance that was not for me to take Some reasons that were not meant to be

A stare that turns my way

The walls they speak my name

A face that turns to grey

Echoes my name