Whispers From the Black
Their hands come up from my feet
Reaching for my heart
The shattered thing it is
Mindless whispers
Eco around belonging to no face
I am here and here I stand
waitng for the darkness
To take my pain away
My withered heart is ready for the end to come
Take away my consious thoughts
Make it disapear
No one stands in wait for me
Not a single soul
I am alone
I am dead
My voice whispers out
of the darkness
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