Looks Kill
There is an unyielding sense of despair as you look at him.
His eyes, they plead you to come over; they just look, nothing else.
Yet you come no closer; she's dead.
DBS or no DBS, it does not change the fact that she is gone.
Yet you are somewhat grateful for what he did, so you smile softly.
One sad smile.
One sad smile that changed nothing.
Not your failing friendship.
Not the lack of ability to speak.
One sad smile.
Still one dying look.
You want to go over to him, to thank him.
But she is still dead.
So you do the only thing and walk away instead.
And the fight leaves his eyes as you do so.
One sad smile.
One dying look…
…now dead.