WhisPers

The rustle of leaves
The flies buzzing by
The knock at the door
No one is ever there

The rage of loneliness
And pointless hope
These are the whispers
That speak to me

The feeling that someone
Is always watching
Its me watching me
In an astral sort of way

The drip of the faucet
The box fan on my floor
These are the whispers
That speak to me

I don’t know what they say
hiss hiss hiss hiss
When the day comes that I do
That's the day that I am gone