Whispers
Whispers...

The sun is setting now.
A shadow begins it's creep...

My death has come.
The time has come for me...

All is quiet now, and I can rest.
My breaths are short, and shallow...

There are flowers in the vase.
Rare, black roses...

I'm here, love, right here,
at your bedside...

The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...

My love, my love.
I just can't get through a day...

Look at you, sitting there, on the floor.
You're unwashed, and your clothes are filthy...

Night is over my head
the stars twinkle and wink at me...

I heard your whisper today.
You whispered in my ear...

Noise, noise, noise.
Sounds from everything, and anything...