The Whispering Spectrum

Midnight's bell rings, the air is becoming rolder
 Sounds of sadness reaching me
 Each night I hear their whispers
 I feel their sorrow, their lost souls
 All around me they stay
 Their laments trapped here, all sounds, all tear

 I can hear them, crying to me
 I can see them, searching for help
 I can feel them, their cold spectral hands
 The whispering spectrum is standing next to you

 Some screams of suffering
 Coming from the depths of darkness
 I rise each day, each night,
 Walking silently among you
 Your breath turns cold, as you cover yourself
 But even those things can't hear you
 I'm not alone there, around you in this piece
 You know it we are all your past errors

 Hear my words, do what I tell you
 See the death you gave birth
 Feel the sorrow that you hide
 I'm the whispering spectrum, to be free kill yourself