It's scary after dark
The moon doesn't quite reach you
The shadows cast are all new
Footsteps echo behind
You say it is just your mind
A hand reaches out
You prepare yourself to shout
A cloth
You gag and cough
Bitter taste
You should have made haste
You fall onto the concrete
What fate will you meet

Shards of glass tinkling to the ground
Glittering in the sunlight from a newly broken window
Crimson flows to the floor
Drip
Drip
Drop
Until it drips no more
The floor is scarred gouged from the cruel broken glass
Scraping along its surface
In the middle there lies a girl
Silently screaming
Gathering the courage to pull her body out of this mess
Forwards she crawls
Further she regrets

Can't you hear the whispers
Left outside
Wasted
Abused and now abrasive
Threats flow from the dark
From outside
Where the whispers reside
Every heartbreak
Every hardship
Spilled plainly from the thing that whispers
    
It can't be human
    
What is it
What could possibly torment you this way
Bombarded by your mistakes
Whispered from the dark
Into your ears
Into your soul
You turn black
You look back
    
What is the thing that's whispering
What is this thing that knows all of my secrets
Frantic
In a panic
Where is it
Where is it!
This all must stop
Pease just stop
    
The whispers
The whispers
They grow louder
    
None of it matters
I swear none of it mattered
Must you make me remember
Reveal yourself
What are you
Why do you whisper
How do you know my secrets
How do you understand my mind
It's not my time
I don't want to die

The thing that whispers
It stepped out of the dark
Same eyes
Same face
Same birthmark
Covered in scars
You're not human
You're not me
This is impossible
This can't be
    
You spiral into insanity

Hello there
How are you
I just wished to enlighten you
Splitting apart our community isn't something I would suggest
We won't go down without a fight
We won't be the sheep that you guessed
Rolling over and becoming a bridge
For your muddied feet to walk on
Well
That's something we'll resist
Take a look back
Back into history
We love our community
Love our school
Even that bad times
We love it here
Grew up with much juevenille cheer
We have walked these halls for many a year
Eve and morning
It wasn't all that boring
We enjoy it
So never fear
Your plan is trashed
All out of whack
You'll sure see us all back next year

You have no talents
Well sir I actually do
You have no skills
Sir you haven't met me still
I have lived with you for years
You don't know my favorite color or if I've even pierced my ears
How could you be so nieve?
How could you be so cruel?
Jokes on you I'm kicking you out at 18
I'll leave before you ask me
Impossible you're not leaving until you're ready to go*
Well sir I have been ready for a long time

I met an old friend today
Remet I suppose you could say
Speaking loud
As if to a crowd
Though the conversations partner sat mere feet away
Good to see once again
My dear old friend
Exchanging insults to the failed irishman
Forget that one if you can
Oh what a joy
To see the boy
Finally turned to a man