I see you laughing, lips curling
Shaped just like the slit
On my wrist.
Your heart beating
Thump to every drip—
Of red falling to the ground
In surrender to agonys grip.
This fool,
Disturbing your sanity,
Rests now
It's victory, to vanity.
Peace there,
Peace here.
Finally, we receive the much needed
—Silence.
© NeethalSequeira