Writing On The Wall

My fingerprints line the closed room.
Trails of crimson speak the warning.
Ignoring the writing on the wall,
He suffered a most painful death.

He saw the crimson traces,
Yet he chose to look the other way.
Never did he suspect that at night fall,
He would sleep for eternity.

Darkness invaded his room,
As a pillow covered his face.
Suffocating his scream.
Chocking his pleas.

He died late in the night,
No sound piercing the silence.
He chose to ignore the writing on the wall.
And now, he must suffer the consequence.

© Fighter