If you think deeply you will see everything is a echo of one another, a chain never to be broken.
Thoughts and feeling in conjunction with words whispered but seldom spoken.
And through it all are the Echoes of Madness.
We sit in shadow as we drink in the sounds, sights and colours of a world gone mad
Wondering from the stillness of our dark little holes why things around us have gone bad
And shall we be lost in the endless Echoes of Madness.
Our thoughts become an endless sea of Chaos, our hopes and dreams desperate for conclusion
Yet we find only a massive wall of ever growing depression, loss and confusion.
And every day the endless Echoes of Madness.
We camp inside our shallow grave of loneliness and doubt, seeking a single ray of salvation
Hoping beyond hope for someone or something to end this self-deprivation
And to finally silence the Echoes of Madness.
The end is at hand and darkness looms with the taint of Insanity ever pressing in
Chaos rules the night and the masses fall to sin,
because we are in truth just the Echoes of the Madness.
(Inspired by Jeze and Kina)
© 2014 By Dave Anhorn
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