I hear their whispers more than once a fortnight;
whispers of fright
whispers of angels delight
sorry... sorry... sorry... .. .
for what, I want to ask
for whom, I want to say
for what reason did you need to go away?
it's all hearsay
it's all they ever say
and it's all they ever made
echoes of the mire
threaten to overtake me
and painful jealousies
never fail to consume me
Oh, hey
it's you again
the demon from my dream
the nightmare from the beam
the ceaseless memories from my dream
Kal & Lyra 2015
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