Blackened Souls

This is poetry from a very hard period of my life. I hope you enjoy. Some are happy some are morbid.

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21. Whispers

Whispers

 

Whispers in the walls

Saying evil thoughts

That ought to stay unspoken

Hear the whispers

Hear them beckon

Hear them say,

'Kill, kill, kill'

 

Do not listen, keep on going

Don't heed the whispers' instructions

Do not

'Kill, kill, kill'

 

Follow close behind

Listen closely

Do you hear them to?

 

Hear the screams as the 

weak heed the orders

of the whispers from the wall

Press your ear against the stone

Do you hear me now?

Do you hear my warning?

My brethren want you to 

Kill

I want you to ignore their whispers.

I want you to whisper yourself.

I want you to 

Kill, kill, kill yourself.

 

I am you

You are me

I am the whispers 

That beckon

and Call

You are dead

As am I

Forever together

Whispering

Luring

Waiting

Feeding.

 

Whispers in the walls

Saying evil thoughts

That ought to be left unspoken.

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