whisperers.....

its in the shadows we hear whispers
we hear things mean and dark, we hear murmurings that provokes death,
this whisperers are but living ghost telling story of not long ago,
of dark things that invoke terrible night mares,
this whisperers paint pictures of unimaginable disgust and terror
they put in our mouth thought that taste of death
this whisperers forget that their cadaver lay waste in an abandon crate filled with canker worms
corrupted by the stench of injustice.

they fool themselves with the sense of immortality.
for they say
"what is dead is dead
only the living can die
what i dead is dead
only those in darkness recognizes light
what is dead is dead
otherwise my blood i offer lay waste
for what is held cannot hold again"