Whispers

There are secret rooms
where whispers scream
where the lights are dark
and all is a dream

There are secrets in us
ones we fear
where our violence is king
and all is real, not a dream

There are stories whispered
rumors, and lies
that everyone lives and nobody dies

A Single light shines inside the room
where nothing is sacred
and the kings are in tombs
the light flickers and dies along with me
and all that was real, turns to dreams.