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In the hush of midnight’s veil

A spectral touch cold and frail

From beneath a hum pervades

Echoes of the flesh through autumn shades

Ghostly echoes brush my ear

Filled with longing laced with fear

Phantom cries from slumbers deep

A mournful choir silent yet deep

Whispers of the flesh softly cry

Shadows drift where spirits lie

From their rest they rise and mesh

I've become the whispers of the flesh

In the quiet madness blooms

Spreading dark in endless rooms

Gentle pleas that stir the dust

Ancient sighs in tombs of rust

Sanity begins to break

In their grip a heart does quake

Lost to whispers drawn within

Caught in shadows screams of sin

Whispers of the flesh softly cry

Shadows drift where spirits lie

From their rest they rise and mesh

I've become the whispers of the flesh