My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams
My voice a violent cascade
But I never know what any of it means
I taste bitterness, I don't know why it gleams
Nor if it's natural, or monster made
My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams
I sleep in vivid nightmares, not just pretty dreams
And the memories, they don't fade
But I never know what any of it means
It's marching or crawling through vacant silver beams
Tucked inside the shade
My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams
Everything is tainted by the filament of machines
Covered up and paid
But I never know what any of it means
It's ignored by the people, the peasants, the queens
Their ego has been flayed
My words are whispers, they are pain, they are screams
But I never know what any of it means
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I love the pacing of this, it makes it so much deeper to read
Very dramatic and deep.