Dead Silent Death

Screams,
no sound.
Dead silent,
except hearts pound.

Thump thump,
getting slower.
Growing weaker,
dying this hour.

One last slice,
acrossed shattered hearts.
Lost and scared,
a work of art.

Knife gleaming,
beautiful cuts.
Tears streaming,
door slams shut.

Voices grow near,
but far at the same.
Winning,
at this sick twisted game.

DEAD,
lying on the floor.
Surrounded in blood,
didn't lock the door.

Life,
cheeply stolen.
Shifted,
and gone.

Pain creeps away,
down the drain.
Killing herself,
really what did she gain?