That Cruel Cruel Whisper
My Days have been withered and dampened
Dampened by that daily whisper
That cruel cruel whisper.
Stop it!, Stop it!, Stop!
His patroleum pistol piercing
deeper and deeper into my left ear.
he knows my weakness, does he not?
i scream as he tries to untie my forever lasting knot.
I am not weak!, I am not weak!, I am not weak!
stop crying that same tear
that very same tear that constantly drops,
on that same mutual spot, slowly consuming my inner being.
He cannot conquer!, He cannot overpower!, He cannot reign!
His whispers are no longer whispers,
but a manifestation of a Black Beastly Fire,
patiently waiting, Yearning for the pleasure of consumption.
Oh Merciful one, i can no longer fight this battle alone
Give me the strength to make my heart of stone.
Marble, marble to him, and only him.
Marble to that cruel cruel whisper.
Is it over? is th that cruel cruel whisper under control?
Oh compassionate one, i beseech your guidance
for he will forever remain hooked to my darkened shadow.
until the day i reunite with thee,
until the day i visit my grave
i wont become that crue, cruel whisperers slave.
Writen by
Gasan Sallies
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Battle with our inner demons - Poetry
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