"The Lake"

Alone I walk,

It's late at night,

The streets are deserted,

It feels like I'm the only living soul on this earth.

Time is standing still around me,

My path is lit by glowing street lamps.

The lake beside me,

Seems bigger, eerier, blacker.

Something moves in the corner of my eyes.

I turn my head quickly to see what it was.

There's nothing there…

My pace quickens.

The wind is blowing my breath back into my face,

and that is the only warmth I feel.

I hear a loud bang behind me.

Once again, my pace quickens.

I can hear the random sounds of car motors,

On the other side of town,

Then I look far ahead,

And a pair of headlights, light.

Soon glowing brighter and brighter,

Closer and closer,

Yet I remain frozen in fear,

Standing in the middle of the road.

Then I scream, but who will hear me?!

In this reality of mine,

The town is deserted.

My scream echoes, once twice, three times, now but a distant rumble.

The headlights grow stronger,

I was right, there is no one to hear my plea.

The last feeling of the cold metal,

Breaching my skin.

The sound of the bones crushing,

My lifeless corpse hits that concrete,

The light gray road, now crimson.

My eyes frozen open.

I can only wonder,

Will someone to me the courtesy,

Of opening them?