Whispers In Dark Lyrics Novels & Stories

Watched the ash crumble. And whispered to the dark, “I’m sorry.” But I wasn’t sure who I was saying it to anymore. The cries of a grown man sounded in the darkness…

Now I had an advantage. “Love, in the end we are all murderers” He purred behind me. Suddenly pain erupted in the back of my skull. As dots flashed in my vision. I gave one last glare towards the henchmen who were still watching from afar. One of them, a male with startling sapphire eyes stiffened taking a few cautious steps forward. He appeared to be talking to the leader above me. Though with my ringing ears all I could see was black spots as they conversed before being engulfed in the claiming blackness. Maybe we should of left before the ball...

My hands started strumming whatever melody he wanted me to play before the lyrics started spilling from my mouth. I'm sorry to say, but today is your death day The air is thick with rot and decay Your blood will paint the cold, cracked floor Dripping like echoes from the hands before Whispers crawl from the cracks in the wall Laughter distorts a sickening call The lights flicker, the shadows Bend This isn't a dream; this is the end Run, run, but your feet won't move The darkness wraps its chains around you A sick grin forms in the blackest shade Time runs out and so will your veins

Turned the knob. Whispered his name in the dark as he fell quiet- ***

All of my people will die on the battlefield if I can’t do this. But then that final phrase echoes in my mind. Don’t let the darkness consume you. I whisper it aloud to the empty room, testing the words. They aren’t like the whispers. Even in my own voice, they feel foreign. It’s not something I would have come up with on my own. And for the first time in what feels like weeks, the whispers do not answer back. I crawl back into bed, feeling at peace for the first time in days. But no sooner than I close my eyes, a sharp, cruel voice whispers.

~Wren~ It’s not the darkness that will drive me mad, but the silence. The complete void of noise that is so quiet that it’s deafening. My ears ring as I strain to hear anything I can, yet… nothing comes. No one comes. Just like no one stepped up to help me.

The night air was sharp against my skin, cold enough to sting the breath from my lungs. I liked it. It reminded me I was still alive. Still bleeding in ways I hadn’t bled before. I stared out into the dark. Forest beyond forest. Silence thick as sin. And then I whispered it. Not to her. Not to the moon. Not even to the gods. Just to the quiet. “Who the hell are you?” And why the hell do I already feel like I’m yours?

Ray murmured softly, his voice barely audible above the sound of their breathing. Samira looked up at him, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" Ray smiled, a real smile this time, free of his usual guardedness. "I whisper how much I want you, how much you drive me crazy, and how much I need you. Even when I try to hide!"

Loud laughs and hoots of encouragement rose from the crowd watching, as they found my humiliation very entertaining. She lowered her head close to mine and whispered. “I wish you would cease to exist.”

“You choose. You come back. Or I’ll come find you in the dark.” And somewhere deep in the void Silas opened his eyes.