Out of all the darkness and decay,
I hear a name.
It whispers to me...
So softly,
So carelessly.
Barely above a whisper.
Almost legible.
What is this name I wonder?
What is this voice?
And what does it speak?
Where is this coming from?
What is this name?
Again it whispers,
So soft and sweet.
Again i cannot hear.
Again I wonder.
Is this what it wants?
To make me ponder?
To keep me up at nght,
Deciphering its voice,
Learning its wonder?
Feeing its heat.
A voice i cannot hear.
A name i cannot speak,
A face i cannot see.
Who am I?
Who is he?
All in all I wish,
For this to end.
But it wont.
The voice will taunt me,
The face i shall never remember,
The name
I shall never repeat.
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