I can still hear her voice
The echo
The echo
It's always there..
The voice not the be heard again
the voice that haunts.
Day and Night
Breaking what is left of me..
Shattered..
It haunts me
Day and Night
I try to escape, but it is still there
The voice.
Day and Night.
Never to leave the promises that were shattered.
The voice that will be heard
in the quiet of the night.
To haunt forever


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Severin, in the year 148 MA.