Forced to listen to their screams,
till I give in.
Seen their visions,within my own dreams,
write them down-comes from within...
(They) will not let me rest till I'm done,
cannot shut these eyes,
till their mockery is gone,
till every echo dies.
There is no end,
only what has passed.
No message to send.
No need for questions asked.
The constant chatter within
will never cease,
they'll linger underneath,
their intensity always on the increase.
(77 Words)
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