Whispers from non speakers

by AlonEvil

Morbid room
in the darkness of my mind
where I hear footsteps
voices almost no volume
They conspire against themselves
claiming blame where nothing has been done
claiming innocence
when your hands are stained with blood
I cover my ears, I do not want to later
remember, dream
with so many whispers, whispers about right, about the bleeder
whispers that look more like crying
from who’s never left the dark room

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