The Death of Innocence

I see my death it’s everywhere, it dangles down from the ceiling scrapping the edges of my mind. It sleeps in the water and awakens when it flows through my body. It’s in the air that swallows me, it’s in my dreams that hollow me. I pick up a knife and it grazes my throat and traces a thin red line that will surely let me die. I can’t escape though I want to so desperately. These thoughts haunt me like a million ghosts that have taken over me. A light sparks only to be smothered to dark. I voice calls out only to be deafened by screams. Hope sings only to be muffled by dead angry things.