A Stillness Not Wanted

Jing

The King Of Bandits
Floating,
Alone in a dark room,
Lit only by candles,
A container of water,
Dead.

Cold skin against the warm water,
Needing to breath,
Struggling to stop,
Alone from the start,
Death comes to those alone.

She leans her head back,
Diving slowly deeper,
Submerging her lungs farther,
Halting her own life,
Bringing it all to a freeze.

Nothing can stop her now,
She is in too deep,
Clouded by self pity,
Remorse for deeds not done,
Wanting it all to just,
Go away...

Silence falls upon the room ,
At last the splashing water halts,
She has passed to another time of life,
Alone once again,
Surrounded by darkness.

Slowly tears stream,
Falling every quickly ,
To the cold hard ground below,
No Light,
Only darkness.

Silence, Pain, Misery, Alone,
All she wanted was an escape,
From things which she needed most,
Yet here Lies her body,
Alone in a pool of nothing.

Floating,
Alone in a dark room,
Lit only by candles,
A container of water,
Dead.