Dead Whispers
By K.A.E Grove
They whisper forever in my ear
Their fingers cold against my face
Filling my heart with twisting fear
As I stumble lost in this dark place
So many voices plead
That I can’t even hear one
Full of painful need
All I can do is run
Blinded by the deep night
I crash and I fall
So far from the safety of the light
That none hear my desperate call
Yet the whispers never cease
Drowning in horror and decay
Lost souls demanding peace
Forcing me to hear all they say
Death filling every sense
Heartbreak, betrayal and pain
Overwhelming my every defence
Forcing themselves into my heart and brain
Soon I cry their tears
Huddled lost in the dark
Absorbed in the pain of lost years
Their memories tearing mine apart
In the darkness I die
Claimed by the dead’s cold touch
Awakening to the crows cry
Their all seeing judge
Their pain guiding my steps
Bathing in the phoenix’s fire
I hunt their unpaid debts
Lost in vengeful burning fire
And still the dead whisper in my ear
Driving me to the guilty unknown
A living ghost delivering pain and fear
Never to find a peace of my own