The whole world is quiet

It rings, rings, rings, the bells of solitude

The stars melt from the sky

Like

Drops

Of. Insanity

They fill my head

And the moon whispers

“I shine with the bloodshed”

My eyes are drawn to dark, they stare at their reflection

Entranced in the quiet

My ears censor life and ignore the breath

My hands grip the earth as my soul floats away

I am the last one.

I claw at my insides

And rip away the loud deafening thoughts.

My body melts to the soil and my blood ascends to the moon…

It is accepted as its own

I was- the last one.

The peace extinguished my life

Instead of curing my strife.