DISTANT WHISPERS/By: Haunted Lunacy

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Distant whispers of the past haunt the hallways of my soul, forever reminding me of the burning not so far away.

I sit alone in this prison cell where I quietly pass the time, a place where I am locked away, my haunted place to hide.

A place to hide from the world, from the voices that cut so deep.
A place to hide from the faces that laugh as I retreat .

The eyes that judge, the mouths that condemn.
The pointing fingers that hold the keys that lock me in this cell.

So I sit and listen to the distant whispers that keep me in this hell

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