Silence Echoes

under skinned knees and the skid marksPast the places where you used to learnYou howl and listenListen and wait for theEchoes of angels who wont returneverything you wanteverything you needeverything inside of youThat you wish you could besay all the right thingsAt exactly the right timunder skinned knees and the skid marksPast the places where you used to learnYou howl and listenListen and wait for theEchoes of angels who wont returneverything you wanteverything you needeverything inside of youThat you wish you could besay all the right thingsAt exactly the right timeBut it all means nothing to youAnd you dont know whyeBut it all means nothing to youAnd you dont know why

Withered

Time was not a thing one could keep up with the recesses of the dungeons. The uncontrastable blackness gave no hint of the rise and fall of la torvis. How many moons had passed over the night sky was an unknown but the girl knew it had been quite a long while.
A brief respite came as the guards led her along the path to the waterfalls.Evidence of the length of her stay within the bowels of the slave house was in the warmth of the day's kiss along her cheeks. Seasons had passed and now it was almost time for the harvest. The sound of the streaming water was like thunder to the delicate ears and eyes unaccustomed to light had to be shielded. Each step set the chains of the sirik to slither along her skin. Modesty was provided only with a dark cape to protect the pale skin.
It seemed the instant of her unveiling brought interest. For a woman who was not a whore to her emotions, there was a flicker of anxiousness that the dismal darkness was to be banished. It seemed the torture of her fate was to travel from one emptiness into the brief delight of hope then be plunged into a new netherworld. Lights faded within the vivid mingling of blue and emerald in her eyes.