Scilence, without a word

Allyssa Anderson

Without a word.
Walk without a word,
Sleep without a word,
Live my life in silence. 
Cease to exist because my soul belongs to Satan,
 for he it?s the highest emblem of life as I know.
I can?t just sit here and act like nothing is wrong with my life.
?HAIL SATAN!? I cry 
A cigarette in the crystal ash tray?
Smoldering.
It?s dark in this the abandon room this abandoned house is only lit by
 moon light.
Tears stream down my face, my throat is clogged by my
Insanity.
Pain is jumping in my head, and it leaks to my heart.
My heart is beating like gun shots.
I am the only one here and I?ve only been here for a 
While.
I take the last puffs of the cigarette as I feel it burns my lungs.
I pick up my Dad?s military swiss knife. 
By this time, I?m numb.
Without hesitation I scream out ?I HATE YOU!? 
and I slice my wrists and then my throat quickly after. 
I fall onto my stomach.
I feel the life slowly drain out of my body.
My last breath I say again, ?I hate you? .