Echoing

They speak truths, speak wisdom.
That we are young, so young, too young
We have not seen enough winters
To feel old, so old, too old
To have eyes that have seen centuries,
They are bright, so bright, too bright
And black.
Gleaming this side of sanity.
Two happy people with their fair share of troubles,
They are young, so young, too young
To stand on the edge of this souless abyss,
Aching with the warmth of madness.
It is hard, so hard...
Too hard
To stay this side of sadness,
(It is calling, calling, calling me...)
And we are young, so young, too young
To fall into ecstacy
(It is calling, calling, calling me...)
An echo of insanity
Fast, so fast, too fast...

We are falling, falling, falling.

The End

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