A young man watches on as a witness to a girl that feels she must end it all. |
-Behind Dead Eyes- by Keaton Foster There She is Dead Deceased Putrid meat A prerequisite Of having ever lived I of course didn’t kill her But I sure as hell Knew her I was right here Within proximity When she died I could have saved her At least I could have tried But I did not She asked me Not to interfere She assured me That what she was doing Was precise and clear That she was Without question In a correct state of mind She asked me to witness To stand here just in case No one believed In all that she Was capable of In all that she Was about to do to herself What a hell of a way to go Standing in front of a Virtually unstoppable train The early morning run Heading back into the sun The engineer helpless to steer Going where the track takes him He had no idea she was there But certainly I did Around the bend Death came for my friend She stood true and tall Amazingly unafraid I was scared to all ends But again As she wished I did and said nothing I just watched as it happened As she committed herself to what She was sure was the answer The train slammed into her And Like a bug on a windshield She was obliterated Death was beyond instant Her body exploded Her limbs went one way Her torso went every other Her head was ripped clean High up it screamed Then It landed right at my feet The cut was clean Her face undamaged Her skin pristine Her eyes open and wide Behind dead eyes I could see that she For the first time in her life She was at some form of peace I reached down and touch her lips Ice cold I ran my hand through her hair I assured her that life was not fair And that I could relate To all that she had done here Slowly I slid my hand Across her vacant eyes Forever closing them tight To me in that instant Is when she really died When the police arrived They asked me What did you see I replied Ask her… Behind Dead Eyes Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |