As soon as I took that fatal step-
What a mistake to make.
Since everyday did I-
Travel down that darkened road,
To what I considered my home,
Was just a resting place for me to die.
Some say I had the look of death-
Placed upon me like some blessed cloak,
To remind me what was real.
The stars were so committed,
To give me as little light as possible.
I used to look to the heavens for guidance,
Now I am permanent, frozen,
Beneath my murdering friends.
And- yet- I never knew,
Continued walking to my doom.
I felt the sickening feeling,
Of not being the observer,
(Unlike those petty days at school,
When I thought I was in control)
But being observed-
Until, my dying day.
Which fate decided had come around,
Far too soon, I said.
So many things I dreamt of doing,
And dreamt of wanting to do.
Still living vacant in my memory,
They remind me of my failure.
I stood where I always stood,
Looking up and wishing I could move.
The silence comforting me still,
But the hand on my neck-
Strangely stole me.
And I allowed myself to be stolen.
Now I am nothing but a shadow,
That walks along the path with the next pretty girl.
Who took that fatal step,
That was her mistake.