Blood-freezing Echo of Leaving Footsteps; And Silence

Blood-freezing Echo of Leaving Footsteps; And Silence

No words; only silence –
Muttered sounds of mourning
And yelps. And cries.
Lips are far too timid to speak of your violence,
Petrified in a single wish, but unable to speak into the lurid morning.
And strength fades. Pleas taunt more lies.

No words; and a shattering sound –
Resilience manacled into darkness
And moans. More cries.
Silence; and my pride hits the ground –
Lips tremble, wishing, yearning – the torment is but endless
And will dies. Cries taunt more lies.

Mute. Deaf. Blind. Sore.
Love associates with dying flames.
Ashen cheeks can not blush. – not in silence.
And screams; spasms of realization – my cries.
Chest inhabited with nothing but resentful, acid gore
Melting away my insides – the part that loves, the part that blames
You. You lash my ashen cheeks infected with slumbering defiance.
And finally silence. Frigid glance while a part of me dies.

And blood-freezing echo of leaving footsteps: And inevitably – Silence.