echo
the void exists to amplify the things i want to destroy. oh it can hear me, it knows me, but it won’t save me. return these words in a faint echo that will haunt every moment. distortions that will reside in my consciousness, my own weakness dwindling within me. this twisted existence i sabotaged for myself, this gut-wrenching agony upon me. agony of my own design that will possess my shadow and follow me wherever i go. these echos that remain no more than a memory infest my blood from the sickening reflections from it.