Come, you whispers, comeā€¦

Fly to the joyful night

That glides upon your wings

And wipes away your fears.

Babble about the

Unseemly

Your sole occupation

provides Assurance

Everything is as it should be,

so long as we can TALK about it.

Sole ownership of what you say

What you think

But once it leaves your mouth

It's not yours

Anymore

Avaricious beasts scrabble forth

Claws reaching

Torn screeching

We all want a piece

Until it's torn

Dark scarlet Leaves evidence

The proof of residence

Now we all know

But was it your place to stay?

Was it your place to say

That?

Shadows lean over

Cover the scene

Bright lights only deepen

But one still feels

The nightmare is real

Everything is as it should be,

So long as we can TALK about it.