I stood quivering in my stance.

Though not from fear or shock.

My body shook from anger.

From pure uncared rage,

Spilling from my frame.

One second turned into two,

And two to three.

Seconds turned to minutes,

And minutes to hours.

However, outside of my fiery mind,

A mere second had passed.

I ran, but my body stood still.

I hid, but I remained in plain sight.

I attacked but my stance saw no change.

I fell to my knees, and finally,

I felt the pain of my weight

Crashing against the cold, hard cement.

Helpless, I shut my eyes,

Awaiting the fate I knew awaited.

The same fate of another before me.

Acceptance felt like bliss,

My tears faded away,

And I signed the final page of my story.

Footsteps grew closer,

The pin clicked back,

But his breathe by my side

Slowly faded behind me.

Against my will,

I was spared, And forced

To stare Into the cold

Empty eyes of a friend.