Whispers

Dm Dsus2 She hears the whispers softly rising, Dm Dsus2 Hears the harsh tones of despair Bm Bsus2 Make their way, so coldly creeping, Bm Bsus2 Up her spine to cloud her mind; Em Raining blades upon her soul, Em Swinging sticks and fists and swords, A Carving ever deeper holes A Asus2 And cutting deep with unkind words. G Her head falls sinking in her arms Bm In a futile last attempt F#m To once again avoid the harm Am She knows she can never prevent. Dm Dsus2 And now they bite and kick and scream, Dm Dsus2 Harvest her will with a sickle, Bm Bsus2 Pushing her to bear her being Bm Bsus2 Like a cross towards the scaffold. Em Desperate, she caves to the injunctions Em Of her darkest mental rooms, A The parts she knows will always function A Asus2 ‘Till she departs to the tomb. G The dark circles beneath her eyes Bm Hold back the torrents of her pain F#m As she stifles silent cries Am And one last time resists in vain. D And the warm tears pool up inside A But her gaunt eyes remain so dry, Bm And the only drops that ever land F#m Are tainted red by shaking hands. G And she knows, as death descends, D This is the only way A All of this could end.