She looks up to the sky and wipes away her tears trying hard to erase her fears.
She begins to trot, jog, run, everything is a blur rushing past.
Some sort of window to her right with a never dimming form of light.
She begins to run faster trying to escape, to get as far away as possible, to flee from the blinding light.
Pain surging through her body, she begins to slow, to a trot, a jog, a walk, and before she knew it she was standing in front of the window.
She peers through the window and sees him there, laying there lifeless, sterring woth almost immortal eyes.
She begins to feel weak, dizzy, sick.
As she falls to the ground her last tear is shed on the window pane of Grimes.
Turn Around, Im here:
Turn around I’ll be standing there with open arms and a shoulder for you to cry on.
I will have a kind word and my ears are always ready to listen.
Erupr again ignore the pain, let it show.
Sacrifice the tortures, just let it out, im here for you.
Laying lost and wounded you think no-one came when you called for help, but turn around im here.
Don’t go hiding from the pain, sorrow, terror.
Lets talk it out.
Im right here.
Why?:
He raises the gun to his head thinking there is no reason to burden the world with his presence. The shot rings out into the dead silence of the night.
Why?
Sirens screaming in the distance, coming closer and closer. But it’s too late. His body lays lifeless in a pool of blood.
Why?
As we look into the coffin, his hands are neatly folded into place holding a spray pf baby’s breath. His eyes are closed, his cap is off, and he’s wearing his best suit.
Why?
Why, did you do it? Why did you have to take your life?
Anything Is possible.....Except Skiing Through A Revolving Door
