On the darkest night of the brightest day
A quite whisper asked the girl to play
*“Let’s take a walk in the dark,
and head right down to the park”*
The girl ignored the tiny voice
The voice then gave the girl a choice
Within darkness a whisper said
*“I want to show you all the things that you dread,
or you bleed all that’s red”*
The girl ran into the night
There was no distance to escape this fright
She pushed her legs with all her might
All she escaped was the light
What the whisper said was no lie
“You will surely die, under this night’s sky"
The girl had heard all the voice had said
Stood high upon on a bridge
She knew she was surely dead
To escape the voice in her head
She jumped…
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And she CRACKED like an egg
A young man passes the sorry mess
He spies upon the blood on the poor girls dress
On the darkest hour of the blackest night
The young man heard a whisper just out of sight
“Let’s take a walk, out of this light”