Silence

I thunder at the gates of heaven,
Demanding to drag you back to hell,
And am met with silence.

I’ll relish this self-satisfied loss,
Wallow in piteous destruction,
And am met with silence.

I scar upon my corpse, these fine lines,
Writ in hard-fought blood, your scarlet ink,
And am met with silence.

In my tragedy, I’ll play the Fool,
Dancing for crowds insane with laughter,
And am met with silence.

When you return and behold me thus,
(‘when’ he says, ‘when’, like it is fated),

Please, fucking say something.