a whisper weak yet growing near
creeps and seeps into your fears.
it koons to you of things undone,
of mistakes, ends, and lies unspun.
it reminds you of the truth of life,
the growling, sharpening teeth of might
which rip and tear you into bits,
and pull and mangle you to your wits.
a life of anger, fear and pain;
a life of torture, angst, and no gain.
a dream curled up into a ball
shivering shrinking, soon to fall
into the chasm which is life
a reality world sharp as a knife.
and with a sting the cut appears
and bloody words creep to your fears.
the whisper grows, its voice deep
into your words and images, it seeps.
the whisper calls up morbid scenes,
conjures specters, murders, crimes unseen.
in its control is the night
and so, again, you succumb to fright.