Scream

Who are you?
What makes us?
When you take away
All the lies, our walls, the fears
When there's nothing left
But our soul?
Just the esscence
Of us?
Who are we?
Just a number
A speck of dust
In the wind of centuries.
A memory, is who I am
But of good or bad?
Seconds, minutes, hours
Ticking by, by, bye.
Gone.
Who am I?
I am a moment
A piece of time,
Whispers, whispers, whispers,
And in the end
I will cause
A scream.

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