I can hear the echoes in the faceless voice.
We were never given a choice.
Of what is right and what is wrong.
All I know is that my end won't be long.
The voices whisper, whisper, whisper.
I feel like I'm going insane!
The voices whisper, whisper, whisper.
I'm so tired of playing this game!
Stranger wandering through my mind.
Who am I? What is the place and what is the time?
I don't know myself anymore.
Nothing more than a broken soul wandering forevermore.
And still the voices whisper, whisper, whisper.
I'm trapped in a cage of smoke and mist!
Yet the voices whisper, whisper, whisper.
Oh, how I wish ignorance was bliss!
We were coerced into the false light of dawn.
The blood of our kin spilled across the shadows that we'd drawn.
And so, I let my eyes slip shut against the growing sunlight.
And I whisper, whisper, whisper.
I whisper my woes to the cold steel in my bloody grip.
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
