The words are flowing through my head,
As I try to recall what they've said,
they whisper secrets in my ear,
the darkest truths for me to hear.
I know not where they're coming from,
perhaps along they came from some,
long hidden tomb, locked away,
in the darkness, put there to stay.
Yet somehow they have broken free,
and came whispering along to me.
The words are flowing through my head,
and when they stop, I'll be dead.




