You sit smugly,
Like a king on his throne.
Quietly listening,
waiting to hear
the soft whispers of my cry!
Tears that once filled my eyes
as truths turned to lies,
long ago gone now.
No longer will I give you the pleasure
of hearing my pain.
The sound
That feeds your very existance
now gone ,
you wait,
hungy and unfulfilled,
but all you will hear is
The empty echoes of your past.
Written By:
Mary Lee
