There's a whisper, silent whisper,
Which I hear night after night.
That's the whisper of a mister,
Who lives deep inside my mind.
And this mister, lonely whistler,
Who can hear my silent cry,
Like a brother, like a sister
Tries to stop the madman's flight.
Tries to stop me from creating
All these evil thoughts I think.
He reveals my inborn wisdom,
Which may help me not to sink.
Dear mister, thy dark whisper
Is the only voice I hear.
23.06.2014
Madman s Whisper
© Copyright: Александр Нечаев 3, 2014
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