• a murderous whisper
    creeping against these walls;
    with the days growing
    and nights begin there death
    screams call out of the shadows
    calling for their redemption.

    howls reach the air above
    shrieks following in haste.

    haunting with bitter outrage
    our murders creep silently
    about to attack these frail bodies
    breaking our bones,
    bruising this flesh
    and all we can do is wait
    'til this rapid end.