I hear whispers in the darkness
Creep all around me,
Wistful tones of salivations
Bury corpses in their sleep,
Gather together oh heedless ones,
Run in masses of grand fury
Toward lighted passageways, send you to
Fruitful lands that never see darkness.
This curse that accuses me
Bears witness to my indiscretions,
The unlawful duties of my pastimes
Lay in wake of all that haunts my ears,
Icy breadth washes over me, death disturbs
Unconditional silence, it erupts, in sadness,
Over to my detecting ears.
Rejoice! Rejoice!
It screams, tirelessly, terribly
Mocking those incredulous religious bastards,
Why bother me you wandering voices?
I do not call you to my ears,
I care not for your opinions yet
I am vexed by the uproar of the dead unable to sleep,
I hear their constant sighs of sadness,
Burning through my membranes.
This is amazing. And it's actually how I feel sometimes. I especially love "Run in masses of grand fury towards / lighted passageways". It reminded me of hordes of people stampeding towards the promise of heaven
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