Life...I guess.

Lifeless days

Sober nights

Drunk on darkness

He feels no hope.

She's in the next room

Gash in her heart

Bruise on her arm

Tears on her face.

The rhythm of the clock

Vibrates the air

As the walls creak

Under the pressure

Of the loneliness

And lack of love.

Silence

Between the beats

Of the clock

Keep her awake

When she wants

To sigh into sleep

And never return.

He swallows the guilt

And pounds his fist

On the ivory wall

And sends shivers

Down her cold spine.

The world drifts

into nothing

And so do they.

But all three know

That time brings memories

And these ones ought to

Burn in hell.