Silenced

SILENCED

A withering rose,
lying alone, on top of my bed.
Its meaning, who knows?
In a matter of time, it will be dead.

Soiled sheets, cluttered clothes
all lay forgotten on the marble floor.
Feelings unreal, I suppose,
everything ended when you closed that door.

A glistening blade,
clutched tightly, by a pale, weakened hand.
The colors shall fade,
forever, still you'll never understand.

Splattered; deep scarlet,
hot liquid dripping along each wrist.
Now, your lovely Charlotte--
covered in silence, shall cease to exist.