as quiet as a fire

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a beeping sound piercing through my brain was all i could hear. it was hard to make out the white walls around me as i struggled to breathe. it was there. i could almost feel it taking over my body and soul –almost.
and that's when i finally saw it, smirking at me from across the room i've been trying to escape for so long. it looked familiar –too familiar, yet i couldn't recognize its face. dressed in all black, with a bouquet of dead roses in its hands –as if it were greeting me after coming back from a long journey– it started walking towards me. i stayed still in my hospital bed, unable to move.
with no hesitation, it took my hand and led me out of this prison. a shiver ran down my spine as i took in the scene in front of me. a bunch of people were walking in the endless hallway while some others were sitting in the lobby, but they weren't like the ones i was used to seeing here; their faces showed no emotion at all as they all stared into the void.
i've always hated this hospital. they thought it would help me but little did they know it was the main reason i lost my mind. yet somehow, it was the only place where i ever felt accepted. but in that moment, it looked completely different. i was nothing like those dead souls filling the place.
and that's when i realized. i looked at the creature standing next to me, our fingers intertwined still. it was death. i let go of its hand and its blurry face got clearer.
you.
and then it hit me. it was you all along; my poison, my sins, my disease, and eventually my death.