Time passes by and by,
Darkness settles across the land.
Sounds of senseless words
Fall deaf upon my ears.
My heart bleeds black,
The birds of death soar.
Will it be me this time?
The fiddler's jig begins to play.
Skeletal reflections of myself
As a hollowed, cavernous abyss;
The fates damn me evermore,
Their scorn driven by enmity.
Why are you mocking me?
The silence is harrowing.
Am I alone in here,
Stuck in this chamber of echoes?
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Very good write.
Thank you very much!
Yep, you are alone. Well, you would be if you was in the UK watching 'Neighbours'? You got that 'chamber' in the USA? There's no escape if you have - it's on telly for ever! lol. Why we are tortured with it in the UK I will never know!
Haha! I'll take your word for it! "Neighbours" is not in the USA, as far as I am aware of! Though with the onset of internet streaming, I am sure it is accessible. Still, I will take your word for it! LOL! Thanks for reading and commenting.
Oh lol, you've escaped unknown miseries. I'm on me way to live in the USA then! lol.
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Oops now I've spoilt the 'dark' of this a bit!
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