Enter the silent bathroom

 

The lights are off but the candles are lit

The wax drips

Drip, Drip.

The tub sits in the middle of the room

The clock is loud in the dead silence

It ticks

Tick-Tock.

The fluid- it flows down the drain

What is it?

No one knows, yet

No more, it has stopped

Staining the tub

A stain that will never be forgotten

 

There is no life in this room

There is no sound but the tick-tock

There is no beat of heart, no movement

Except for the drip, drip

Listen closely and you may hear the wax drop into the tub

 

It's cold in the room

The hostile countdown of the tick-tock

The pounding of the drip, drip

The sight of the room is gruesome

The eyes! They follow you

Or do they?

Leave.

Can't you hear the time running out?

The frantic ticking of the tick-tock clock?

The pounding! It's become deafening!

The fluid has stopped flowing!

The surface is cold and will never again have life!

It is the dawn of the dead man!

 

Drip, Drip

Tick-Tock

It's too late for goodbye.