The Whispers
Every night every inch of me. He crawls he pushes he murders. Damn i hate these whispers. Sometimes i loose control, i know what he’s looking for. A bait, to lure, the clock never stop. To the darkness, the shades, the door i forgot to lock. Devil, o, devil. He likes it when i try to fight. He loves it when i break and fall.
Suffer, i suffer from the whispers.
Fight back, stand up, but he rises through my blood. He pinned my mind. He can’t die! But i have to cross, the river where everything could be lost.
