Silence

Dark windows and dirty window sills,

Pale hands on the windowpane,

Haunted and hollow, gleaming eyes,

Breathy sighs and silent screams.

Bloody wrists in a silent room,

Cuts and scars marring white,

Drops of velvet red rubies,

Falling from a height and then.....

Cold tiles.

Cloudy skies and no sunlight,

Frozen teardrops and pale blue frostbite,

sobs that echo throughout a hardened wasteland,

And on deadened wood hangs an escape.

Desperate gasps of air, and a chair,

Fallen aside in disregard,

Bleaky eyes with no sight,

And then.....

Stillness.

Rushing water, murky and dark,

No moonlight and no starlight,

A silent, deadened stare at a reflection that does not exist,

A saddened, resigned exhale.

Resolve thickens and eyes are shut,

A chest rises and falls steadily,

The air is surprisingly calm,

And then.....

A splash.

Pillows are fluffed and blankets rearranged,

On the nightstand is a bottle of round white medicine,

And a saddened soul who has nothing more to give,

Reaches for a glass of water.

The pills go down without a hitch,

And she lies down on the bed,

Waiting for oblivion to come,

And then.......

Nothing.

Somewhere in a room lies a ceramic tub,

And a dying, resigned soul,

Pours white chemical on white,

And breathes in the acidic smell.

A body sinks into creamy, white fluid,

Nothing but a final sigh is heard,

And maybe a faint crackling,

Burning flesh and bleach in the air and then....

Silence.