The voice you’re hearing is one I never had before.

The voice you wanted is one that I have chosen to ignore.

React in spaces, formed from dust beyond the stars.

I’ve tasted sweetness above the noise and concrete floors.

And in my new found calm I hear the distant snow stop falling.

I am a revenant here, too far from home to make a sound from nothing.

I lie awake a daylight dream in the deepest dark of night.

White whispers in my head, not dead, but gone without a fight.

Were these just echoes? Memories of another me?

If suffering unfolds, I will leave a trail of broken bodies behind me.