A familiar room

I’m in a dark room

It's cold 

Maybe that’s the chilled knife 

Being held to my throat 

I know that my life is over

But it doesn’t embolden me 

Its just death 

Maybe my blood will pour out 

Violently 

At least 

As it hits the carpet 

I hope it begins to smolder 

Burning down the house 

Lonely 

As it happens to be with me inside 

Maybe I’d be tied up

So constricting as to not breathe 

All tight and cozy 

While all of my memories turn to ashes 

Dusting the floor 

In a dense ash