In the hushed whispers of these dreary dreams,
Lies a spiral of truth and lies,
Caught in a twisted, eternal cycle,
My sanity; I cannot rely

The voices tell me to sleep;
The voices tell me to go,
I want to fight the drowsy feeling,
But I am too weak to move

The voices tell me to hurry,
It's getting late, they say,
I ask them, what, when and why?
but their only answer, a tired sigh

The voices seem
so very faraway,

And a new sound rings in my ear;

Like wind through hollow leaves,
Like thunder without a sound,
Like the silent thudding of my heart's last beats,

There, only to give you a chance
to say a final goodbye,

Rather than false hope.