Here comes this cursed whisper, siren-sweet
That beguiles my ear
I stand centred here and meek
straining just to hear
prying with furtive gaze
to steal a hidden scene
And I am prisoner here to this desire so keen
This fevered grip that holds my eyes agape
My tongue chokes and writhes
letting nothing slip by
no primal screamscape
to usher the world beneath
to rend the air complete