Cells

About Suicide

Subsequent to the heading, carved and bleeding
Each dieing cell is left starved and pleading
A mind leaving it to the cells to cry out in vain
Tip taping into a vermilion pool is the rain.
Empty and broken, literally!!
The soul sacrificed to take away the throbbing swiftly.
The monotony of depression swept away,
Catering the air is the stench until the day,
The silent screams are realized, when found
Is the body, murky and coalesced with the ground.