a quiet summary

these nights are pouring down, and its not enough for me to get myself back up. i feel my heart collapsing under my mind. all those times ive seen their faces. their troubled faces, wishing for it to be erased. enough air to choke them in their sleep. the doctors drown their souls in IVs, blinding them so they cant see by the x-ray screens. theres static coming over me. many voices whispers their good-byes. and this repeats in and out. in and out. this repeats all around. i stop to catch my breath, but these voices yell into my head. these veins are electrifying, i feel an eruption in my ribs. i close my eyes for the pain to stop. but it gets worse. i close my eyes to see her face but it disappears. the hurricane in me, devours me. they say she lived a good life. i say all good lives still die (alone) in the end.