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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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