I can feel the pain in my bones,
And it feels like silver,
Leeching into my veins,
Turning me to stone.
It calls for rest;
It calls for order;
It calls for an end to all that is me.
I can feel an ache in my ears,
And it starts to whisper,
A ceaseless melody of voices no longer,
A wordless rhyme of pain and torture.
They call for peace;
They call for a saviour;
They call for something I'll never be.
I can see a light in the distance,
And it feels like silver,
Flooding my eyes and ears and mouth.
It drowns my soul,
It takes me under,
Shows me something I should not see.
I can hear a whisper
Somewhere in the darkness,
Someplace far and someplace bright.
It calls for me by a name I'd forgotten.
A scarlet death,
A silver life.
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Forgetting Sylva
Teen FictionSylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus...
