Until I am Free

Cold house, no sound
Ticking clocks, time counts down
Mortality rings, we pay it no heed
For voices there is no need

Empty stomach, swells
Puking at flavorful smells
Don't need to eat when you can't breathe
Can't breathe, there's no need

Tears spill, words wrung out
No sound, no shout
Letters strung together to please
No sign of what's underneath

I don't want to be home
There is nothing there but dry bones
And bonds, broken
No words spoken

None that mean anything important
There is nothing constant
Not in that house, with no sound
And clocks counting down