Whisperer Poem by Bjorn Visser

Lost, has the echo’s become my friends?
Alone, never. He is always there.
Staring, never blinking, breathing down my neck.
I scream as the pain claws through my heart.

Are you behind me now?
Maybe, you force me to tell the world?
Is this your story?
Has my pain built your world?
“talk” you whisper as I try and sleep at night.
keeping me up, tearing away my mind.

Wonderful, is that what they will say?
Practice, one day. which day?
Lost in an alternative state, time – its escaped.

You sweep up my memories.
You crawl through my dreams.
You tear at my feelings.

“leave” I beg you as I lay motionless on the stone cold floor.
Your laughter ruined my life.
My destruction, your construction.
Is this what you wanted?
Silently destroying yet another life?
You do move on, don’t you? I wont be here forever.

Revenge, a worthless idea.
Death, a blissful date we have made.
You tie a noose around my neck, are you always this kind?
releasing me of my duties

I wonder, will you remember how you killed me?
How your breathing down my neck caused my downwards spiral?

Will you let me fall?
Put the noose you so carefully crafted to use?
Or was it made as another means of torture?
Waiting, is that the final act?

Leaving, its never been an option.
Your story, told.
Will you leave now? or do my words give you power.
Does my pain form the base of your world?
Motionless, Lost.
You’ve made me less than I have ever been.
Tonight, as I lay once again. Silent.
Switch of my light, Ill see you in my dreams.
My nightmares.
My alternative state.

Ill meet you in the fields, crafted by my own hate.
Clawing your way through my heart.
Taking what once made me smile.

Scatter my memories, your in all of them.
waiting.
whispering.
breathing.