Echo

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

No answer.

No more sound

From the walls.

No more noise

No more nothing.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Is there a point in asking?

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A year has passed, and you still greet the nothingness.

Maybe one day, it shall become something.

Maybe one day, the pain shall cease to be.

One day...
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...Your calls will be answered.

Yours prayers, and you desires,

All fulfilled.

But be careful what you want.

And be careful of what you need.

So listen to me, of my advice,

Take heed.

Some things, which you utterly desire,

Are useless for your life.

Some things, which you utterly admire,

Shall turn your calm trees,

Into masses of fire.

Anf flame and rage.

And a burning page.

A page from your life.

A page from your death.

They are the same now.

You did not read, nor did you

Regret.

And the echo of your hello,

Made your death,

In stone, set.