Thoughts on strings
like puppets dance
to the madness tune
their screams echo and ring.

Echo and ring
thru corridors of time
they lead to forgotten souls
that have yet to forget.

Yet to forget all terror
that ran thru their veins
and the hearts that bled
in the sun lit night.

On a sun lit night
thoughts dance like puppets
to the madness tune
as their screams echo and ring.