She struggles till the last heartbeat

Her eyes watch her attacker

He walks away and all is forgotten

Her skin grows colder

The soul leaves the vessel

The dead come and lead her away

As they disperse you hear the whispers

Wicked whispers of the past

Each one has their story to share

To all those who will listen

She's led to eternity

Where time has no meaning

Where every desire is at her disposal

And everyone will listen to her story

This is her very own Heaven

The living shed tears for her

With no understanding, they ask why

If they listened to those whispers

They would be celebrating

When she died, she was born

Memories and pictures are all that remain

Pictures fade and then are destroyed

Memories are left behind in time

Life goes on being created and destroyed

The dead whisper their wicked stories