Echoes

Echoes of your voice
Have told me that I've seen
The real thing in you
But what could it mean

My biggest fear would be
The loss of you
It's strange how that
You and I were never true

Echoes bounce on barren walls
That have no life nor feeling
Misconceptions of your love
Forgotten blood slowly seeping

From reopened wounds
That cry out for aid
Infected deep within the cut
The cut that you made

This crimson liquid
Shall never clot
Think about us, please
Or have you already forgot?