Heart beats like symphonies
Heads filled with wonder
Thoughts about suicide
Forever they ponder

A cruel antagonist
A subtle twitch of the hand
Fearful countenances

They linger and loom
Like a sky over the horizon
Slowly waiting to rise
For the moon to move away

It is silent they say
As the clock is ticking down
The minutes
As our thoughts are processing
They scream louder than words
In this "preserved" silence