Whisper

chains on my rist forcing me to befriend the wall.

Cuts on my eyes, forcing me to feel and see the darkness.

Whispers in my ears, my vioce dies out, as i try so helplessly to scream into the night.

Chains on my risk as light as a feather.

Chains on my heart, makes me fight through killer weather.

Cuts on my eyes, as painless as silk across my skin.

cuts in my soul, is like stinging rain in the wind.

Blood falls, death rises... but yet your whispers live on in my desires.