There are whispers of life running through your mind.
You cannot see them, cannot grasp them,
But faintly hear them pass you by.
In your mind they sit,
Like a toad in a dark wet cavern,
Waiting but I cannot read
That deep look in your eyes.
You've thought too harshly of my being,
Too angrily of me to the point
Of revenge.
Taking a lifetime of work and erasing
It to spite me, you loser.
The whispers I have sent to you
While you suffered a restless night,
Now you have to remember the good
I enforced in your life, I know
You have no regrets.
You were always quite pleasant with me,
For I've quelled the spirits
You've seen out of the corner of your
Naïve brown eyes.
You never cared for a special gift
Bestowed upon you for safe keeping,
Alas, I took it from you
So you would not suffer it to death.
I added it to my list of growing talents
And in return,
I sent you nothing but remembrance,
And the whispers of life.