The Art Of Breathing
Breathing. Such a simple thing
Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale.
But what about when
Those breaths come to an end?
The simple routine cut short
For whatever reason
Old age, disease, suicide, murder
The last one sears through me
Who would be so cruel
As to take the life
Of another human being?
Stop their breaths forever
End the life of a creature
Such a perfect, beautiful creature
With a future ahead of it, him
A future with me
He could have been so much
Captain of the Aurora
As he had always dreamed
But no, you didn't want that
You murdered him in cold blood
Simply because he was in your way
Simply because he was protecting
The ship, his ship
Strangely enough, I feel no hatred
For you only a cold, sort of
Empty feeling like someone
Has ripped out my very soul
Why? Why did you kill, no,
Destroy him, such a beautiful
Creation? Why did you kill Matt?
Why did you take his breath away?