Whisperer in the Dark (Taylor's Version)

In the deepest night, where shadows play and intertwine, There whispered voices, vile, that crawl and climb. Invisible demons, of such dreadful kind, Commanding me from the recesses of my mind. These fiends, unseen, with chains of spectral hue, Bind my soul with orders cruel and rue. They urge me on to deeds dark and untrue, To paths where the raven’s wing never flew. With every beat of my heavy, burdened heart, Their whispers grow, tearing my will apart. “Do terrible things,” they hiss, a dark art, Against which I have no shield, no dart. In my ears, their voices are a constant din, A cacophony, a terrible violin. They push me towards the abyss, a kin To the darkest sins, a never-ending spin. I cry out to the stars, hidden by the night, For strength to resist, for the will to fight. Yet, the demons laugh, reveling in my plight, Their invisible chains holding me tight. Oh, Poe, if only you could tell, Of the horrors that in my heart do dwell. Of the invisible demons from the deepest hell, That make my life a living well. But I must endure, I must resist, Against these fiends that persist. For in my soul, a light does exist, Guiding me through the mist. So here I stand, in the night so still, Battling demons against my will. reveling in my plight, Their invisible chains holding me tight. Oh, Poe, if only you could tell, Of the horrors that in my heart do dwell. Of the invisible demons from the deepest hell, That make my life a living well. But I must endure, I must resist, Against these fiends that persist. For in my soul, a light does exist, Guiding me through the mist. So here I stand, in the night so still, Battling demons against my will. These fiends, unseen, with chains of spectral hue, Bind my soul with orders cruel and rue. They urge me on to deeds dark and untrue, To paths where the raven’s wing never flew.