[WHISPERS]
WHISPERS OF GHOSTS THAT CAVORT IN MY MIND, RUSTLING SOUNDS THAT MAKE ME LIE AWAKE IN DARKENED ROOMS.
THE FEAR IS NOT OF THE UNSEEN, THAT BEAST THAT LIES IN THE CLOSET WAITNG FOR THE HELPLESS VICTIM TO OPEN THE DOOR.
THE FEAR IS OF THE WHISPERS OF PAST WRONGS AND HIDDEN TRANSGRESSIONS, DAYS THAT WOULD BE BETTER FORGOTTEN.
AGE MAKES THE SOUNDS OF THE SKITTERING THOUGHTS GROW LOUDER, AS THEY SEEM TO NEED AN ANSWER.
PRAYERS FOR THE TORMENT TO CEASE, A MOMENT OF RELIEF, A BIT OF SLEEP.
THE DUNGEON OF THE MIND WHERE TORMENT SCRAPES AT THE SOUL.
SCARS THAT SHOW THE RAVAGES OF LIFE.
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