I heard them in the morning as I brushed my hair

I heard them in the afternoon as I ate my pear

I heard them just before taking a step on that final stair

I heard them even louder which gave me a scare

I heard them just before I fell and hit my head on a chair

I heard them once more before feeling a cold chill in the air

As the blood began to soak my hair

Final whispers wandered away without care