There is a space I can almost reach in me
A whispering, a whispering
A voice you can almost hear in me
a whisperin, a whispering,
But there is a cacophany inside my head,
A screaming, a keening,
A monster that lies within my bed, within my head,
Demeaning and screaming
And I fear it won't be till I am almost
that I'll hear the whispering
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