Whispers

I write this to make a statement... Even after death you can still be spoken to. Know that no matter where you are demons are always at your door.

Whispers

Can you hear them

In the dark

Hark!

I hear them don't you

To hear such an un-earthly screech

The voices getting louder

As they beg for murder

Do these demons see

An un-happy family

Does death call Satan as you bleed from every Orpheus of your body

Do i kill you 

Do i kill me 

Can i question this any longer

Or are these whispers only for me

To hear, to see, to acknowledge 

For ever i saw the death

Understand this as i awake from this coma....