Whispers

Whispers, follow me wherever I go,
They hunt me down from the darkest refuge
They intrude and patrol across the hideous alleys of my soul.


Whispers, creep when my conscious sleeps,
Their fingers stealthily caress my nape, peck my bosom, slither through my bare whole.
They suck out all the tender dreams and fill me with gore,
They make love to me then why do I feel ravished, plundered and sore.


I lie alone on a bed of induced guilt,
Sleepless, engulfed by the ghost of my past...