There she is again

The prophet in my head

Whispering of the drunk

Whispering of the dead

How could you get this far?

How could I let her in my heart?

She whispers words in my head

She makes me not want to see the light of the day again

But the Gods have blessed her

That's why I listen

Her words of war

Her words of dread

I can feel her despair

She is the prophet inside my head

And when I figured out

Her words were not of bless

And when she curled up

I finally understood

Her words were not honest

She was a false prophet