I Watched You Once, and Then You Died

I watched him. I stared as he slowly entered through the giant two green doors, closing them discreetly behind him. From behind the curtain I watched him, seeing his finger caress the light switch before he pulled it down.1

He began to walk across the cement, making his way towards the wooden floorboards. His sighs were like giant rolls of thunder withing the man-made cave, void of any other life...except me. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks as he sighed again, and sobbed softly.2

I felt a tang of remorse as I viewed him, but kept any noise to himself. I'd been there before, and realized that he needed his time alone. This was HIM, this area, this essence. It was his own self wandering through this darkness.3

Glancing upwards, he licked a tear away from his face. He seemed to cherish it, lamenting himself on his own salt.4

Moving away from me, I angled myself to get a better view of him. Now at the center-front the stage, he collapsed to his knees and let out an echoing yell of inner pain and frustration. It was all I could do to keep myself from running to him, comforting this man...but I once again realized that anything I did would not help, but only, further complicate matters.5

In the background, I began to hear piano music, oh so strangely familiar. A haunting tune of a popular game, set in insanity and horror. I hear him begin to hum softly, and then mutter:6

"While angels sing, in endless dark7

The dead seek out sin."8

After his vocalization to the beautiful melody, he pulled out a minuscule vial. I heard him utter three words, but which, I could not know. They were near inaudible.9

I watched him yank off the cap and down the liquid. Only too late did I realize what was contained within, and I stayed rooted to the floor with fear. Silent tears streamed down MY face, as I watched his body crumple to the floor.10

And the haunting melody continued on.11