And he made a whisper out of you…
You were always there, always in his head.
You were a one way conversation, incoming words remembered.
You were I love you, I want you, stay with me, I miss you… leave me…
Your voice, a loop in his head, a circular song leading nowhere.
Lifeless lifeless, going nowhere, but he knew the one thing he could do that’d make a whisper out of you.
A razor down his wrists, bleeding out on paper, liquor and opium to make it all a dream.
He closed his eyes, the world went away, and he made a whisper out of you.
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