In the silence came the whispers and the screams,
The torturous thoughts and their monstrosities,
A memory of what has been, what is, and the sorrow of tomorrow,
His broken pieces, his darkened heart, his unspoken tragedies,
He begs them for silence, shouts with curses, "Just leave me alone!"
They prance around in his head, jibbering and jabbering and loving his suffering,
He stands, and he sits, he walks, and he runs... A calmness made of stone,
A haunting past, a terrifying present, and a darkness that's emerging,
He hides behind a face, composed, an agony left unknown,
He is breaking, he has shattered, he is losing his mind, but whispers keep tormenting.