Sound of Silence

Sound of Silence

 

Alone...

No one to help.

Betrayed...

Helplessly screaming,

Screaming her silence.

Filling her lungs with desire...

Desperateness...

Loneliness.

 

She screams her silence,

But does no one hear?

Is it nothing but wasted breath

Kept inside

And never let loose?

 

Sitting in a stone-like room,

Cold,

And alone,

Drowning in nothing but silent screeches,

One after another.

 

Pain overwhelms her,

Love slowly kills her.

All is lost.

Sounds of night are silenced

By the sound of the blade

Ripping her skin.

 

She cries her last tears,

Tears of blood,

Tears of love,

After all,

A heart is only two upside down tears.

 

Silent cries are made once again

As her heart beats it's last beat

Against the serrated knife

Now one with her body.

 

There in her cold, stone-like room

Lies her lifeless body

Waiting for her love

To cleanse her dried bloody tears

And make them clear again.
Now she is nothing more than

Just a crimson stain of regret

Upon his shirt.

 

Silence does have a sound...

Can you hear her?

Author's Note

Spelling corrected

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Lines of desperation; mood of futility.
An eloquent piece of work that leaves the reader unsettled.
Powerful, CC!

[Kent Rawski]

Suraded should be serrated I am like the line a heart is only 2 upside down tears