What are these whispers i hear,
Cold hard harsh words reach my ear
Do i stay and listen to this soul killing sighing?
Allow the icy throngs seek out my bleeding heart with their prying?
Said with such malice each word a new deadly blow upon my heart
Each piercing deep and draining my life from me...
My heart grows ever colder, ever darker its very core torn apart
Relentless, inquenchable, they will not let me be.
Before the whispers my soul had such life,
Such light shone from me it was all but blinding
Yet the darkening power of such words forever my soul in binding,
Waylaid is my soul now, an empty husk spent on this strife.
Grey Angel
