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Silence ( Lady Macbeth's Death)

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Here I sit,
Alone with nothing but the eerie silence,
And bright white walls to keep me company.
But soon the silence stops roaring in my ears
And I succumb to my thoughts.
The white walls only echoing what my thoughts have to say,
thoughts I should never be left alone with.
The memories trickle in, a drop at a time, like a leaky faucet.
Soon they fill me to the brim with unwanted feelings,
My heart pounds in my chest in remembrance of the thoughts,
Faster and faster until it drowns out my thoughts.
And then there is silence yet again…
And for a brief second I am happy.
But then in the distance I hear the hissing of one of the voices,
And it all comes back, every thought and memory invading my mind.
Every fiber of my being screaming for the voices to stop.
They won’t.
My heart beats in agony,
Faster and faster until it’s writhing in pain.
Harder and harder until I am sure it will burst through my chest.
But not even the pain can silence the voices,
All I see is red.
And now the walls whisper and chant what my ears need not hear.
The voices inside louder than my cries of protest
My heart still beats, now tired and forced.
I take my knife and plunge it deep into my heart.
I fall back and lay there motionless,
The loudest sound I hear is my scream spilling from my lungs.
Then as the voices begin to fade, I smile.
I feel my warm blood pool above my head.
I am happy, my screams have since stopped, there are no voices, no pain.
Just SILENCE.




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