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The Wispering Dead
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The Wispering Dead |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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The Wispering Dead by Rick Delmonico I hear their whispers in the corridors when everyone is gone Some unfinished business here has kept them hanging on Why should I let them mumble, what is their desire Why should I feel the lingering angst they have to bare What madness made this focused fit they feel transpire What have I to do with them, why should I care When this place was full of life I never felt the cold In the corners of the room their murmured tales were told Why should I understand or even want to know Why should I show concern until they clearly speak What madness made them stay when they should want to go What can I do, if they can't find the thing they seek The whispers start to build crescendoing, now that I'm alone They won't accept my ignorance and so begin to moan This holographic film replays obsessions so sublime they're not here, like us they're echos down the corridors of time Rick A. Delmonico |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Ghostly, but captivating, dear Rick. No doubt rooms full of life keep them quiet. Loneliness and its consequences, well expressed. Love, Margherita |
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