The Echo Chamber

Here is the latest lyric I, under my pseudonym of One Emaciated Reckoning's protagonist Thomas P. Canton, wrote -- last night after having watched an intriguing Russian film called (in English) "The Return." The lyric has nothing directly to do with the film. Just the mood it put me in:

"The Echo Chamber"

Gas leak

in the echo chamber

hello, hello

this wasn't meant to happen.

can you hear me;

can you hear me?

like the game of telephone line,

that which ends

cannot be foretold.

a man digs a hole

then falls inside.

a dog chews a bone

and chokes to death.

the happy bride

now dines alone:

you toasted the moment

then lost your years

to indifference

then fatigue.

no one calls

no one cares

pick up the phone

and wonder why

and for whom;

what you have to give

and why would you anyway?

do this to yourself;

it's all you've got.

in the echo chamber

it's all so clear;

the meaning made lucid

the words said twice.

gas leak

you smell nothing

but just know.

hear me.

your memory

fades;

pick up the phone

no use

why?

you won't remember

when you understood;

what you understood...

or so you thought.