Room of Echoes

Stepping suddenly of those wicked images,
Destroying and burning my eyes to this very day.
Left shocked and destroyed.

Yet not alone but that echoed laughter in the room,
Now I'm still chained to the wicked images,
Controlling my power of will if there is any left.

And these two with such hard love is it even worth giving up?
This sad leader looks and sighs at these echoes and now myself, my strength all gone.

All smoked up and blown away like dead, buried memories.