Haunting Whispers

“ The cries of the Soul”

Whispers of the dark call to me

Whispers of the dark call to me

Its cries pierce my ears

No one can save me

From this eternal bond of hate

My eyes are weary, I’m blind by lust

My eyes are weary, I’m blind by lust

The room is gray with brick walls; as it spins and sways from side to side

The room is gray with brick walls; as it spins and sways from side to side

My head turns heavy and throws its self to the floor

I can’t move my body is paralyzed

I can hear the sweet soft rain pound against the walls

I can hear the sweet soft rain pound against the walls

Reminds me of the music, but the sweet rain is only the music I’ll hear

Reminds me of the music, but the sweet rain is the only music I’ll hear

I’m utterly alone in a pit of despair and grief

No one can save me

Cries of hate call to me

Whispers of the weary spin against the grey brick walls

Despair and grief is the only music ill hear

The sweet rain pounds against my head

No one can save me

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