By sinneD
Date: 23 May 1999

Echoes

		no more than echoes,
			senseless relays of memories
				depraved of meanings,
					diminishing in strength,
				creeping slowly to their death
			with every turn of your hand
		until they can never be heard again
	in the depths of my mind
and in the corners of my heart,
	forever entombed in dead brain cells 
		and unhearable heartbeats,
			to be vanished ghosts of dead romances
				who can never ever
					haunt me
						again!




sinned.dennis@usa.net
for liberty...