Voices
In the wind. In the sea... whispering hate, heresy; quietly accusing me.
Voices. In the marsh. In the sky... Firing curses in my eyes, cutting me
With razor lies. Voices...
The sun steps down to dance on the armour, now rusted and brittle like
September leaves. And through the odour of decaying man-piles, I know
Someone's listening, waiting for me. Christine, you haunt me - you cling
Like a limpet. the ghost of your pulse hammers nails in my head. We all
Sold our souls for a handful of ashes. We gambled together, the blame
Should be shared.
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