Falling Sound Poem by Insignia Rose

Each day I feel so hollow,
by myself, lost and shallow;
I hang myself, in this soft noose,
Caving my neck, cutting me loose;

I burn inside, cry in pain,
The fear heard, will not refrain;
It's shimmering blood is now so loud,
That even I,
cannot hear a sound;

Throat is ragged, bloody and torn,
As I smile, alone and forlorn;
Of a lullaby, sweet and true,
of my beautiful screams,
yet no-one knows who...

High whined cackling, I finally hear,
Is it my own? Or is it to be feared?
This numbness envelopes all I see,
As this cold,
seeps into me;

The screams remain silent,
a memory lost;
As the Broken,
are now left to Frost;
In the sound,
freezing them shut,
In the sound,
silent and cut;

In this corner, lost and alone,
the sparkling tears,
form this dome;

This dome of silence, all I know now,
And I finally hear, that I cannot hear a sound...