The End

Can you not feel this pounding,
Deep beneath this cage of bones,
The sagging skin beneath obsidian eyes,
That once was brighter than your own,
The shallow breathing and paling skin,
She looks to you,
But senses nothing that remains,
Oh how she wishes the ivory would crumble,
The ashes mingling with her husk,
As the dying echoes,
Of a piano's notes,
Cry out to be heard,
In the clanging of wires,
That have gone to rust,
The church's bells with their solemn boom,
Resound in her ears,
To her it sounds,
Like they're calling her to her doom.

~Rei Shiori