knowing

Looking at the clock as it goes tick tock, tick tock

watching as the blood flows and patters drip drop, drip drop, against the floor.

no feeling inside, staring at the wall, watching the phone for just one call

Knowing just knowing no one would notice, knowing no one would care

Knowing just knowing that no one would send out a flare

that of hope that I might be rescued.

casting one single glance at the empty vase, and the package never sent.

Looking at the picture thinking that reality had torn and bent.

But no it was just the tears filling in my eyes.

Knowing just knowing that the funeral that they would throw would be filled with only sighs.

For no one would cry, for the lost sheep that had been slaughtered by the wolf waiting in the darkness.