I Witnessed a Murder

An age ago now, but still so very clear The victim, an innocent girl of 15

The murderer, a vile entity set on devouring her very soul My body frozen, unable to move

Wanting to run, scream, fight for her The ground beneath my feet cold and damp

The air, thick with pain and torment Darkness closing around the scene unfolding before me

Hot tears welled behind my aching eyes No longer a witness, but a participant

Outside of this, nothing else existed The emotionless stare from her surrendering eyes,

Forcing an end to helpless tears from my eyes She did not need my pity,

My words would come too late Our eyes locked

Fixed in an endless emotion filled gaze Her life draining in front of me

Refusing to look away, what is left of my bravery to help soothe her Watching on, piece by piece the demon tore away the girl she used to be

I witnessed a murder

The victim... was me