Death In Life

“Actually, I’d rather not” I thought. “Go through all that hassle for what?” Nobody answered. The chairs were empty and the phone line dead. A cracked shell on a bed of feathers, I heard the crickets sound. A glistening pearl hung from the jewellery box, reflecting the silver of the moon. Icy winds, forced their way through the cracks and I felt the cold seep slowly into my chest. I’ll never forget that night because of how empty it all seemed. And you, you just walked right into my hole, singing a song about life watching my eyes for the shadows of a tune.