Damned

Stop.

I can hear you screams
like wind caught in a valley
back and forth
just like the vases flying at the different walls
doors slamming
like thunder with no escape.

I’m clawing at the walls
your selfish
you see no one
to attached to you amber liquid
your so called life line
along with that powder
Oh….that powder….
that reminds me so much of your skin
pale
you don’t see me
no one does.

I’m damned and awaiting my lonely death
though deaths violin has begun to play it song of silk
with no one hearing it but me.