The End *unlike me but still quite good...sad though*

A silent movement, a talk show on mute
A flail of a hand, fake smile, fake suit
White noise passes through, unnoticed to the world
An unhappy lie, beginning to unfurl
A dream world of sleep, waiting for its chance
Twin sight of hatred, all seen from a glance
Awaiting its time, the credits shall roll
The end of the pain, the end of the soul
A poor young girl, lost, without hope
As she jumps from the table, hanging from a rope