Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those during the day,

wisps of leftover nightmares

lurk seamlessly between shadows

murmuring dark lies

from forked tongues

in the failing foundation

of an aged wallpapered

mind,

too many shades of yellow

give strength to those

whispers from the night before

like ghostly reminders

carved into the walls, the doorways

and barren landscape