Echoes escalate in emancipation,
lifting love's lives to incarnation...

Closed-off quarters,
the world espies a glimpse...

Love always somehow beyond reach,
cold fingers stretched to nothingness...

A summers day. Images piercing my soul.
A child of a very young age, confusion...

Alone here at dusk as swallows migrate,
And the night sky is all mottled in red...

Whispers swish to sway
and melt, as pain rescinds...

Silence stirs
to sweep and sway...

From whence these feelings came unto me
I promised that them I would hide...

I'm lost in a void of angst that's so deep,
emotions etched and scraping to hinder...

Please leadeth me and take me there
from martyrdom, to freedom where...

Fake contents shake
to croon and crown in...

Then let not pressure's heavy hand embrace
in thee thy feelings ere thou be fulfilled...