Whispers around you
Choking your every thought
Where are they coming from?
That’s the only question you’ve got.
They keep telling they need your aid
They pull down your sleeve,
They take you by the hand
You can’t handle this, and try to leave.
But they just won’t lay back
They want more and more
You don’t hear whispers, but another question:
What are you there for?
Then, they just stop
And you hear a whisper that’s slow and mild
It’s the one you wanted to hear, the death’s one saying:
Sleep my child!
