ECHO

I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,

Not taking a glance back the way we came.

The footsteps I take are whispers;

No one can hear them but me.

But you still listen to my heartbeat

So you can sync it up with yours,

I feel a bonfire erupt in my gut;

A pulsing choler in my ears.

Though, I've learned when to shut up,

Throw away the key into the abyss,

Climb back up the stairs, out of these chains;

But we both know it'll never happen that way.