Silence Dead Silence

Something a bit darker, a freeverse thrown together about the goal we all have-death(it's a bit old but owell) Silence Dead Silence Broken pictures on a carpet floor, Blood runs slowly across broken glass. A body lay silent still warm, Shattered and torn a ravaged sight. The phone rings unanswered, The being on the other end not knowing. Annoyed there is no one saying hello, The ringing, pounding through the room stops. Tick-tock, clock, Scratch click, mouse. Sounds of silence fill the room, Fill invade and take over. Enter the still veins, the dead mind, The reaper knocks against the door. Screaming, calling for the soul, Hellish shrieks as the spirit slips away. The body no longer warm, Freezes over as ice. The gasping soul is silent, Death and another apparition disappear. Thud, sounds hollowly, The last drop of blood hits the floor. Nothing, The sounds of silence. -Nov 04 Sheena Allen