The Whispers

I hear this whisper every now and then, and I have to wonder where does it come from and what does it want from me? It whispers too soft to hear: you're not alive. It's a delusion. And the delusion is you. Why does it say such things? I can hear my heart right now beating like a drum with every throb, daggers to the chest. Why do these words torment me like I know it's true, I hear the distant music play it rings like a lullaby urging me to sleep...