Whispers of Despair

Whispered wind, faint pop. The night stretches long and cruel. She lingers by

the gate of shadows, eyes wide. Trembling in despair, the balloons rise

like cruel specters, mocking her with every stare. She scrolls through the glowing screens,

every comment a dagger to her soul. She whispers prayers to the blackened

sky, begging the darkness to make them go. Satan,

Satan, hear my lonely cry, lonely cry. Burst the laughter,

tear the balloons from the sky. Silence the cruel whispers of the

world. Let them vanish, let them die. Let them die, let them die,