A little step

Inch a little closer, to a deadly embrace.

The grandfather clock's hands kept turning;
Only the wind made the silk sway.
The iron smell filled my lungs;
Hands red without any paint.
Eyes mirroring the very sight
As pictures burned into the ancient scroll of the mind.
My ears filled with gentle voices spewing poison.
Never once did I hear my own voice.
Silenced into what I thought was obedience,
Tied me down by what I used to believe were morals.
Broken and bruised,
Is what's left behind of the thing I gave to everybody.
Perhaps my feet will inch closer to the ledge,
Letting the cold air freeze the pain.
Inch a little more,
Breath without care.
Inch even closer,
Feeling my balance fleeting away.
Finally take a step,
Vanish forever.

Reviews

[Daisygirl]

Very emotive, great job overall.

[DoctorX]

Thank you, friend. c: