tell me

tell me
tell how your
hope died
tell me how your
dream shattered
because i hear me
echoing through the
empty rooms in you
footfalls sounding
across the bare floors.
tell me
tell me how the
dead light streams
with rigor mortis
and despair beats
out of it a
black heart still pumping.
tell me
tell me what you're
going to do now
with a house, a soul
so full of decay
in the back corner
on the bed
lying still
with the wind
reaching through
broken shutters.
tell me
tell me what cut you
and where the blood is
tie a tourniquet
around your neck
to stop the gushing
of broken memories
and you look at me like suicide.