Silence

One mistake too many

That's what they said

I was too blind to see

I was already dead

If pain is art, it is poetic

On that regard, I'm no skeptic

For poems and art both haunt 

Leaving me pale faced and gaunt

Drip,drop,ring,ding,boom

The final hours of my doom

Words unmeant, I wish they were feeble

But hearts they shattered, leaving dull

Sun setting on the broken kingdom

Loss after loss, victim after victim

The end of the shadowed prince

Leaving a simple art, poetic-like SILENCE