As silence creeps nearer,
Her memories grow louder
She thinks of what has happened,
Of what is coming,
Of what she’s done.
The memories grow louder
As the surroundings grow quieter,
She thinks of the cruel mistress; nature,
Of the bloodied sky of that night,
And “why?” as she stares into Death.
Friends and family are closer,
But their number gets smaller
Silence now fills her empty spot,
Her best friend is gone, she is to blame.
She is called and the world comes back
But the images are still in her head
Fight them, make them go away
Because she is you…