the sound of faded ghosts

echo in the lonely halls.

the skeletons that hang

from walls are restless.

the past comes as a flashback.

The recurring events take place.

the familiar feelings are coming

to surface, like waves from the

deep sea.

tears are flooding,

like on a dreary rainy day.

the ship is sinking,

an anchor determined

to hold down, to destroy.

the hauntingly sobs,

come from a room

with dull color.

screams of anger come from another,

the walls red as blood.

confusion comes from another room,

that changes colors rapidly.

the object that gives relief,

is now silently ripping them to

pieces.

the beating rhythm of a heart,

is sounding so far.

the tree outside is being used,

for the broken.

the bottle, that holds what ends all,

is about to be considered.

silence is brought,

no sound is heard.

They who once tried,

had now given up.

the clock is ticking,

and time cannot be stopped.

what is done is permanent,

and cannot be changed.

the ghost now fade,

and the skeletons are now still.

the past is now the past,

the present is completed

and the future will never come.

the tears hade stopped falling,

and the rain is silent.

the ship is now sunk,

and the anchor is content.

the sobs have vanished,

and the dull color has melted.

the screams have disappeared,

and the color red is now a puddle.

The confusion isnt there,

and the room has stopped

changing colors.

the object that gave relief,

was now untouched and cold.

the rhythm of the heart,

had stopped a sudden.

the tree is still,

and waiting for someone

to come.

the bottle is on the floor,

empty and was considered

to depths.

the end had come,

and there wasn't a happy ending

that could have come if

they would have seen

what was beyond.