The Vampire Vii: the Whisper

Wrenching now And pulling ‘gainst invisible bonds and chains But faking my attention Nodding, chatting Like I am sane Heeding not The devil’s whisper Listening not to his contemptible plan Yet the whisper Still it beckons “Can the monster play again?” I long now And I hunger To surrender and give in Let the whispers Take me over Let them cleanse my mind with sin Let it pull me Let it move me Like a sadistic puppeteer Pulling strings By screaming whispers For my fractured mind to hear Vicious somethings Then sweet nothings As the whisper changes its call Sometimes nonsense Sometimes murder Either way it wants my all