The quiet whispers of the soul
resound complacently throughout
the echoes of time
haunting our fractured minds
Calling us away
to places of darkness
that hurt and scar
My eyes glisten and sparkle
with the unforeseen knowledge of time and place

I love him I love him I love him...

But this whispering grips my heart
and keeps me still
with the pain of breathing in
and the terror of speech
Unchecked speech
Scared speech
Bleeding speech
-.-.-
Please, remember the echoes