Silent death

The silent assassin comes unbidden at it's own discretion

It brings a hangman's noose and a mob of familiars

No one else hears them, but you know

No one else feels them, but you know

No one else sees them, but you know

The assassin breathes, and you feel pain

The horde begins to chant calling for your death

But no one knows

The assassin moves toward you and you scream but no one hears

They cannot hear you for it's only in your mind

The reality they see is you leading a normal life

You are suffocating

The pain becomes unbearable

How do you make it stop

The assassin hands you the rope

You can not reach for it because you arms don't move

Someone has placed lead weights where you hands once were

How did this happen

When did I become this thing

You cry out again as the mob again screams your name

No one hears

Why me?

No one answers

You look to see the assassin has moved the rope

The hangman's noose it blowing gently in the breeze

That would be so easy, or would it

To take away the pain and despair forever

But that is not how life works