And The winter doesn't sound right
I hear the evidence of Echo
being killed and scattered in the night
to haunt the corners we sew
I scream at her to be silent
but she holds a nameless fear
Her curse, so relentless and violent
Reverberates through the ether
Encouraged by my resistance
she preys upon my words
magnifying the omnipotence
of the things said but never heard
And this is my mind
as her poison accumulates
every word I try not to find
is but a crack for her voice to escape
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