The Silence

There is no doubt she's coming for me.
The eerie silence is deafening.
Her footsteps, loud, drawing near,
I muffle my cries.
I run off into the blood red dawn.
I feel her presence,
I can feel her dreaming of me,
falling to my death.

She finds me,
coming closer.
Inside my head
I'm screaming and trying to run.
I find myself frozen in place.
She draws a knife,
piercing it into my side.
She kills me slowly, letting the blood drip.
My feet, soaking in blood,
I begin to fall onto the cold ground.
Immense pain clouds my thoughts.

Suddenly, I'm staring into a mirror.
There is a girl clutching a knife
her eyes meet mine,
they hold me like a distant light on a winter's night.
Familiar, does the light blue eyes look.
The silence; the pain,
driving me insane.
The mirror cracks; shatters,
into pieces..
Pieces that will never be put back together.