Silence

The world has come to stand still
and the time has stopped rolling
over the hands of the clock.

It's over, it's all over.

You cannot scream when you have
no voice, all your cries of hurt
and sadness trapped inside of you
by thick metal threads.

You cannot speak, it's over.

Your mouth drips in blood to mix
with tears and dirty them into a
light, watery crimson.

As you die, a baby is going to be
born and live on in your place in
the world, no one will stop to even
glance at the corpse of the doll
you were.

It's over, all over, you're gone.

You die, knowing just how painfully
loud silence is.