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
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