They Whisper... - Blowsight

These people…

These people tell me what to do and how to do it

No one else can see them

Tall silhouettes, thin as scarecrows

But such powerful puppet masters

Like curtains without edges

Like treeless leaves

They reach out to me, only me

They whisper, they tell me:

«You didn’t die, you just stopped living.»

They whisper