Whispers In the Dark

Constantly they ask him when did his heart wilt away As if they do not know their treachery bled it to grey Where is the boy before the man who was so filled with song Feigning innocence that he was slain through all their wrong A gasp a tear a mummer's cry that he lost his spark While offering the blooded hand which filled his sight with dark Empty words and kindness feigned the heartless gifts they bring Maggot riddled carrion unto his face to fling Trying for reaction all for naught because they find His heart is closed and they are merely whispers in his mind