The Whisper, a preview

I dance with ghosts living a life long forgotten

Lost in a space between the here and now

Which separates us from where we belong

Mindlessly spending time in a world so false

Full of bleeding hearts, pounding noses and restless minds
I had chosen to call this my home A bloody seed was sown
Where my future would indeed become my foe.

Shaken souls and fallen angels quarreled freely amongst themselves
Unable to find that common ground 
Or that tranquility they so desired

No one had ever heard them leave
The place they never knew they had entered In those days when darkness reigned absolute
 

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