Marcellus

Love\\\\\\\'s Haunting Echo

I sit not alone

On empty thrones

For inside this head

A voice of dread

That lingers

And hinders

Like twisted fingers

A choir of broken singers

I\'ve tried to stich

This unbearable itch

But inside this mind

A voice I find

That remembers

And dismembers

Remembers

Last December

Every ache

And heartbreak

Every date

For it\'s own sake

To Critique, To critique

Each blemish unique

To ridicule

Like I\'m the fool

I truly did, love you