Speak to meIdeas reused and recycledThey are no longer mineLingering, beyond meThe echoes callTurning to listenA name ringsNot mineBut pain long-gone, resolvedI will suffer itBounding back and forthThey are me through the darkthe darkTrying to renewA flame long-suffocated and dampThe shadows wink at meat me, wink at me the shadowsBut I do not know shadows listen meThe dark, through theLouder stillTrying to whisperBack and forth, turning toSpeakCalling, the echoes no longerScreamReused and recycled, infinite resolvedThe suffer war speak to me turning toI fallA warm embraceEchoes, meTo have loved and lost, to have loved and lost, to have loved and lost, to have-