i hear the voice in whispers...
whispers...whispers...
under the willow tree
the voice says nasty things
***** words
to keep me listening
i hear it by the river
over rock and into splash
slash your wrists, sister
they'll never take you back
i run to my old playhouse
under the old oak floor
the whispers turn to hisses
i can bare it no more
i take the razor and cut so deep
the blood is black and sprays
now maybe at last
the whispers will go away
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
i hear the voice in whispers...
whispers...whispers...
under the willow tree
the voice says nasty things
***** words
to keep me listening
i hear it by the river
over rock and into splash
slash your wrists, sister
they'll never take you back
i run to my old playhouse
under the old oak floor
the whispers turn to hisses
i can bare it no more
i take the razor and cut so deep
the blood is black and sprays
now maybe at last
the whispers will go away
KDyson Colby@2010