Whispered Sounds In My Blood

Motions of the sound shivering in my ears,
taking in conflicted voices leaning towards my fears,
a covenant of faded music a blur of distinctive tumbles tones,
a moment of weary silence-- galloping of shell shocked bones;

Covered in color, yet so frail,
a soft feather flowing in hard steel males,
the morning comes as it weeps in dew,
as they walk side by side steps in two,
a humble roar screams a whispered call,
down the black pit a neverending fall;

Whispered Sounds In My Blood...

"Love me she says" my destine for your soft touch,
just you and my pulsating heart beating at abrupt,
an orchestra of fallen souls dancing around,
my body is of stone as it crumbles, wrapped, and bound,
tied with me one strand of your hair to be,
for the blindness you've stirred has left me to not see;

Is this world convinced that there is none?
why the confrontation of confusion when hes done all hes done,
there are the whispers of his heart,
that he bound we would never part,
faith will be within for me and just for I need the vision...

Whispered Sounds In My Blood...


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