I hear whispers at night,
of havoc and chaos,
of everything evil and not right,
it sits in my mind,
locked away tight,
and rots into something worse.
Will I do these things you say?
or sit in a dusty old church and pray,
pray for what? I do not know,
forgiveness or peace, surely
but that sounds so boring now.
Sometimes evil things lurk to the surface,
of my mind and being,
trying to snatch at someone to hurt,
thought try as I might to stop it . . . until I stop myself.
Something worse takes over me suddenly,
everything I am is now,
like a fickle old man,
aged with the temptation of youth,
of the young tender years, of minds to up-root.
I'm not making any sense now, am I?
But, come on now, I'm half mad,
so please just turn a blind eye,
and be glad,
you're not on my bad side.
I hear whispers at night,
in my ear and in my mind,
you would think they would give me a fright,
but lets be quite honest,
Its an old lover I've had for some time,
coming back to caress and stroke,
his familiar voice changes me,
and so his voice begins to rot.