The clock´s hands falter,
a quiet scream and
silence pools like blood at my feet

The air is thick,
a metallic taste lingers
as sharp and bitter as betrayal.

Eyes wide, stare
see nothing, a story ends mid-sentence

Footsteps retreat,
Soft, deliberate,
the echo of guilt fades into the night

Life unwinds itself,
a thread torn loose.
The room holds its breath.

No one will ever know,
Except the walls, they hear
But will never speak.