The Wisper of the Damned (Personal Poems, Closed)

[SoKar]

How does it feel to be the hated of the hated...?
To be the outlaw on everyone's mind?

How does it feel to be darkest blackness despised..?
To be the venom people can't say?

How does it feel to have your name never spoken..?
Afraid of yourself, to be afraid of your very own face.

The wisper of the damned is the whisper of secrets.
Secrets none can ever know.

How does it feel to be an innocent accused of the crimes most terrible... crimes you can't disprove.

This is the wisper.. .the wisper that carries....
Carried by the blackmark on your face, the bounty on your name.
This is the wisper long forgotten, by a man who hopes...
Time will never repeat.