Quiet Death

Inhaling deeply
the warm air stale
sleeping softly
waxy lips blue.

Darkness filled eyes
dreams never found
in a forever
starless night.

Silently sneaking
death finds home
a stilled heart.

I just wanted to reassure my readers I am not feeling suicidal.. It was not written about my current feelings, while I did use the rememberance of old feelings I am not feeling depressed.