The Death

Broken promises, shattered dreams
A heart crushed into a zillion pieces
No sound was heard, not even a clink,
All that was seen was a red stream.
Deep, dark, drops of red trickling down the chin
In the silence of the night, a heart wrenching scream.
The wounds were deep, the knife had come out clean
Made of sugar, it was sickening sweet.
No sutures worked, bandages in vain
The pain she said was excruciating.
Is there a cure, can she be mended again
Is it possible to feel whole again?
She slinked into the bed, pulled up her knees
Hugging herself she tried to sleep
There hung a silence, deathly and still
You could cut through the air, it was sad, ominous.
Minutes ticked, the white sheet turned red
The shadow of death was felt
Life slowly ebbed away, a look of peace returning on her face.
What life had failed to give her, she had found in death.

No more promises, to give or take
No more dreams, to paint or erase
No more people, near or far
No more longing for the one that she loved
No more pain, causing tears of red
No more life, just peaceful death.
She had finally reached the end of the end.

- Rukma