Cyanide

The softest voice whispers,
Hardly heard in an endless ocean of sound.
Only her pleading and begging for help,
The wails that no-one hears.
If only someone would find her,
But not a soul will bother to look.

I can’t breathe…

Trying so hard to open her lungs,
And shriek the terrible truth,
That would only hit deaf ears.
If it worked.
It’s too late now,
To turn back time.
No-one can save her.

I can’t see…

Blindly reaching out to light,
And stop the ticking clock.
As it is counting down to blackness,
Bleeding out the time.
Why couldn’t they open their eyes?
To this horribly obvious truth?
And forever silence the screams,
Of her, this dying girl.
Why couldn’t they wake up?

I can’t…