With eyes unblind she see into the secret shadows of the night,
In moments of desolation she whispers to them secrets from her heart.
Hushed tones whisper back to her, from worlds apart,
Hidden from even the pale moonlight.
They tell her of her many secrets whispered there,
The ones they’ve been collecting.
Her hushed spoken secrets had been infecting,
Catching shadows up in word spun snares.
The room was filled with the heavy breathing of her lover deep in slumber,
Her heart was full and heavy as she swore she would no longer encumber.
The darkness filled her heart just as the shadows filled her room,
They showed her visions of her inner thoughts, wrapping around her like a tomb.
She whispers about the love of her sleeping lover, one she held tight but she feared she had lost,
And something whispered back to her, telling her all those secrets had a cost.
They’d listened night after night after night, to her secrets whispered here,
With grins they collected,
And she never suspected,
What would happen when they’ve collected them all.
How far this poor girl would have to fall.
Shadows hands reached deep into her chest,
To grab her heart and pull her down, further and further still.
Her lover slumbered, of sweet dreams he mumbled,
As sweat slicked her brow and she began to feel ill.
Her screams were swallowed by the darkness,
Unheard by any in the light.
As her fingers entangled the sheets around her,
Struggling to hold on with all her might.
Closing her eyes tight,
She whispered to whatever gods would listen ‘Oh please, not yet.’
She felt herself fading as her eyes rolled back and she was filled with endless regret.
That she was so foolish,
With eyes unblind she saw into the secret shadows of the night,
In moments of desolation she never should have whispered to them secrets from her heart.
Or listened to the hushed tones whisper back to her, from worlds apart.