The Lone Whisper
My life is filled with nights of no sleep.
Just tossing and turning in my bed.
The night brings along many things that makes me weep.
I can see death staring down at my head.
The blackness reminds me of who I am
It talks to me and tells me things.
It whispers late at night if it can.
It says suffering gives you wings.
It says pain is not bad.
That’s just a frame of our mind.
Pain is what releases us.
It says pain and death are kind.
It tells me of a life of slavery.
Being shackled to the chains.
The voice whispers about widespread ...