Echoes of My Call
Salt from the ocean breaks fresh on my shore.
I am a fake, down to every core.
Welcome to my world.
I live by the night to shine by day.
I am the tree which grows into nothing.
Shallow roots grows through my soul.
Inside me, deep down.
I never wanted to be a tree that sees.
Instead, in my head, the tree is stuck with me.
Black my mind to the wind.
Dark are the stars which shades to shine from behind.
Rings of ice are fingered to vanity.
Blistered by my sanity.
Come along.
Step inside.
Fall into my descend.
Ascent before the blow.
Voices do the talking into screams.
Do you hear.
Can you feel.
The echoes of my call.
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