The Ending

A nameless face against a starch white wall
Waiting on answers that will never come
A sense of hopeless recklessness
Overcomes the fear and the distaste.

Dreams begin and end in this dwelling
Where the soul comes and goes as it pleases
Where time is held suspended
By drugs and cunning machines

Teardrops descend in an ageless fashion
Conceived by either grief or jubilation
The consistent pain identically felt by all
Though only allowed to be felt alone

Climaxing as the figure in a white gown
Marked with brilliant splatters of red
Walks forward with an apologetic face
Instantly knowing that life will never be the same