the whistle that never came

> look above, there it is:
the silent apocalypse.
seal your lips; say nothing.
i can still hear you.
>

> watch my eyes: they don’t move anymore.
the light in them is gone, obviously, for-
you refused to build a home in them.
the lights are out, but the tap’s still running.
the dam’s broken, and i still cry,
for you pillaged my village in the daylit sky.
>

> that flower, is it for my tombstone? my vase-
is empty. it weights on me still, that-
my vase is empty. nobody came, nobody shed a tear,
and i fell with not a soul to call dear. that’s okay though,
isn’t it? you said you’d be here,
so hold my lifeless shell near, and-
tear it apart, for it doesn’t have-
a heart to lose anymore.
>