The Whisper of the Dead

Do you hear it sigh deep within you head?
'Tis the distant, silent whisper of the dead.
Casting thoughts of being bitterly alone-
Clashing, breaking through paper skin and bone.
Telling stories filled with with malice, filled with dread
Dragging you to a place you'd rather not tread.
Waking you up, they'll take you from home,
As you hear the dead's distant, silent moan.

Out to the fields of the silent and the dead,
You'll find remorse dancing through your head.
A scream so loud it seeps within bone,
Screeching, telling you it is all alone.

Covering your ears you are filled with dread,
For they sing a quiet song as you tread.
Now, you wish to hear, instead, their silent moan,
Begging and pleading them to return you home;
For fading light whispers a prayer for the dead,
When you hear them sigh deep within your head.