echoes

it's awfully generous of you
to consider my presence
but you know you could care less
because i am of irrelevance
to you or your friends
and all that concern them

the echoes that travel
through castles on cliffs
lonely and morose
inside a labyrinth of rusted metal
they carry the voices
the words spoken out of angst
the words that carry their fair share of despair

excluded from everything,
lonely in time square
bear with me,
for this is my last call for help

there isn't much time,
till my thoughts become echoes
and by the time it reaches you
i'll probably be dead