Tracks on the Carpet

Tracks on the carpet.
Tracks on the carpet.
Sounds from our bedroom.
Racing heart,
Breaking heart,
Drowning heart.
A shouted name that isn't mine.
A shouted name that isn't mine.
Step into the kitchen.
I draw the knife....
I draw it silently across these wrists.
Lies, lies, lies of life.
Echoes, echoes, falling echoes....
Silence, silence, silence in my ears.
Into the silence I shall go.