Runaway Train
Summary: An AU poem from Wilson's perspective. Not Slash. Takes place in season three, and ends with alternate ending to season three's "Merry Little Christmas" WARNING: Character Death
Rating: T
I dreamt last night you were running
straight at an on-coming train
and as the collision approached you said "it's funny
my screwed up life should end this way."
I saw you stumble today
and you had the same look on your face:
a fake smile to mask the tears
your eyes are too dry to bring to life.
And when I beg you to stop
running toward that train
your answer is simple
but it brings me so much pain.
You say you just want one more pill;
you'll just drink one more round,
one more needle in your arm to bring that thrill
and then you'll turn yourself around.
I give a sad nod and try to understand
the pain you feel; it crashes harshly on my soul.
You're damaged and broken, but I can't
bring myself to accept that you'll never be whole.
I hold out hope for you, my friend-
it's a fool's hope, so it knows no end.
You know if you call, I'll be at your side
and I won't betray your trust; I'll never lie.
So I'm telling you the truth when I beg you to stop.
Step off the rails; get off the track!
The train's gaining speed and your right in its path,
but I'm telling you, it's not too late to turn back.
But you say you say you just want one more pill;
you'll just drink one more round,
one more needle in your arm to bring that thrill
and then you'll turn yourself around.
I opened the door to your darkened apartment and saw you lying still on the floor
your vacant eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling
and the needle was still in your cold, pale arm.
Well, you swallowed your last pill.
You drank your last round.
The needle gave you your last fill,
and it's too late for you to turn around.