Listen to the whisper of your mind.
Hear the cries of another's tainted shards of agony
to make them clean they have to listen hear the words and work at healing
turn the shards to soft emotions
shed like tears to halt commotions of this body mind and heart.
If they are not purified the sharpened shards shall surely shriek
each piece shall perforate a portion of your pathetic defenses
Lodged shall they be inside your mind a telepathic link of pain
their darkness yours shall spread without unless a cure for chaos is consumed
They must share the pain or pain shall share itself,
beware lest you collect to many, shards of others sanity
their song a single note of utter madness
echoing amplifying reverberating
,encapsulating all your thoughts
then all your own go blank a cage of echoes is your mind
you only hear the songs of others of your kind
until the note becomes to great and silence is bestowed upon thee
by blade, or fall, or sudden blast
the dice of death you'll surely cast
unless of course they hear the whisper
of the healer in their night
he only wants to
help.
Jaistilin Community Member 
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