Death has a voice, it whispers
From birth, a scratching
In the back of your head
Days,
Months,
Years
Flutter by, but still that
Lost voice from birth, an echo
Getting louder as time passes by,
You are of the
Flesh
Skin
Bone
But as all things it grows old,
"You hear it clearer now"
As it speaks not in whispers
But that moment you know
That life will cease
It has been telling you since birth
Till this day,
20.
03.
2019
This is your last breath, it quietens
With those who understand,
Who know there is a time and place it must end
But those who scratch that itch
The voice becomes
One
Two
Five
All screaming, the end, the end,
As they scream
You scream, insanity takes hold,
The insane don't fear death, the voices
Speak through mixed tongue, an
Enigma,
Puzzled,
Voices
Spoken, They all say the same thing
Even though not spoke
"DEATH IS COMING FOR ME"
Tears of joy, tears of fear, tears for
The moment is near,
That voice you hear louder through age
Its been telling you the moment,
That moment it will take you away..