silence's a token,
some words must remain unspoken
to maintain some hearts unbroken

We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Then
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
You melted into nothing
Just a shadow in the moonlight

(C) Pixievic

He knows your joys,
He knows your sadness.
He knows your vulnerabilities,
He knows your helplessness.
He comes in close, he comes in quickly.
He, the Whisperer.

His face is covered in darkness,
Nothing to be seen but a sinister smile;
Dressed in your clothing,
Dressed in who you are.
You cannot outrun him, nor can you **** him.
He, the Whisperer.

He is a reflection in a broken mirror,
Twisted upon everything you are.
He slowly creeps, upon your ears,
Reciting your worst fears.
You cannot escape his trances,
He, the Whisperer.

He feeds upon your worsts,
He grows in your chaos.
He chuckles when you cry,
His laughter, growing louder, and louder.
You cannot make him cease,
He, the Whisperer.

He appears when you least expect him,
He vanishes when you stir insane;
Insane with anger,
Insane with sorrow.
He manipulates you endlessly,
He, the Whisperer.

He'll never go away.
He'll never be astray.
He'll be wherever you are.
He'll be the man behind the strings.
He'll make you bend to his will.
He, the Whisperer.