Oh, my vivid memory—
there is no break in your whisper
You wake my ear each night.
Leave my mind alone…
I know my fate is set in stone.
I despise myself in broken rage;
no prayer can heal me, no breath of sage.
My body trembles now.
Through empty streets I drift, afraid.
***** money in my wallet—
a horrid crime, some might call it.
I thought it would free my soul, somehow;
But instead it hunts me down.
Sweet, untold mistakes I’ve made.
The fog creeps closer.
My heart hides behind a masquerade.
If the whisper will not forgive me,
how could I forgive myself?
Perhaps I
stand at the edge of my own judgment…
Would God forgive me?
Bless me?
Or laugh at my foolishness?
I scream and people see me—
dead inside,
Yet unmistakably alive
as the whisper begs me to
jump.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:04 PM UTC
Oh, my vivid memory—
there is no break in your whisper
You wake my ear each night.
Leave my mind alone…
I know my fate is set in stone.
I despise myself in broken rage;
no prayer can heal me, no breath of sage.
My body trembles now.
Through empty streets I drift, afraid.
***** money in my wallet—
a horrid crime, some might call it.
I thought it would free my soul, somehow;
But instead it hunts me down.
Sweet, untold mistakes I’ve made.
The fog creeps closer.
My heart hides behind a masquerade.
If the whisper will not forgive me,
how could I forgive myself?
Perhaps I
stand at the edge of my own judgment…
Would God forgive me?
Bless me?
Or laugh at my foolishness?
I scream and people see me—
dead inside,
Yet unmistakably alive
as the whisper begs me to
jump.
