The search has stopped — no way you sought,
There never was one, never has been.
Slammed hard against the skull, the thought,
But the mind paid no attention, unseen.
The strength is gone — just one last line,
I dropped the message at the end,
The scent of bleach on the morgue sign,
The threshold has become a close friend.
Fate can't be changed — just ice and cold,
The story’s end is ready to be told.
Too late to keep the words on hold,
Shout them out from memory — unfold.
The dogs in packs began to howl,
From the basement, rise the sounds.
There is no other news — it's foul,
None wrote it down, there are bounds.