In the shadows, where words dread to dance, decisions veil their silent truths.
The Echoes of Forgotten
Beyond the disco of dewdrops lies enigma. Trapped in oak timelines, rooting their remorse. This is the cradle of the soul's puzzle.
whispers, whispers, whispers
echoing off the walls of time
crying to themselves
cradling the silent fear
beneath the frightened stars
whispers, whispers, whispers
lurking in the hollow tunes
seeking what never becomes
in the halls of forgotten autumns
echoing off the walls of time
crying to themselves
cradling the silent fear
beneath the frightened stars
whispers, whispers, whispers
lurking in the hollow tunes
seeking what never becomes
in the halls of forgotten autumns
The corridors keep, the corridors guard, the corridors drown.
Longing for the Lost
Shadows > fields, whispers > embers, echoes > tomorrows. Voices without faces, letters without places, names unwritten, none shall be spoken unless visited.