Foto: Nessa Twix© all rights reserved.All alone trapped in this room there is no one to talk too yet I hear a whispering soul.
I am not crazy… of that I am sure.
The walls begin to make strange faces the devil itself has come and gone and he didn’t even care to tag along..
How sad this is how lonely and grey..
Where did these scars come from… the shadow of darkness.
The hours tick slowly away I fear nothing and all.
I let myself fall I hardly even know you there is no one to talk too but I hear a whispering soul.Foto: Nessa Twix© all rights reserved.
They shift when words do switching and hiding in every person.
I begin to swallow the emptiness in this empty room the soul is dead things are not what they seem.
But I am at peace, tranquil, Listening to the thumping heart and a whisper in my soul.