It's like a mist

An eerie fog over my eyes

Seeing what there is before me

I want to keep telling myself

That it isn't true.

It isn't right

I feel that nobody knows

What the frustration is like

And when I look through this window

Stained with denial and cowardice

I want to cry out and tell them

Tell all of them

That we don't need this.

But it is too late.

There he is

In his chair

The last sit he'll ever take.

I hold my tongue

My cries and feelings

And I think to myself:

Is this as hard to me

As it is to the other ones who

Know the truth?

What have I got to lose

If I speak up?

If I end this nonsense now?

My job?

Is it that important?

My sanity?

I cannot let myself fall.

It's funny.

Me of all of them;

They who know the truth.

I seem to have the hardest

Time of all.

And I cared for no inmate before.

But this is not before...

The scene is paining me

And it still goes on

Time is stopped

And nobody does anything

There is not a word.

Paul-

Paul has frozen

I can tell that

The weight on his shoulders

Is almost too much for him.

Am I the only one aware of it?

Why must it be up to me?

If I remind him

He'll snap out of his trance

And it will all be over...

Paul, you have to say it

You have to give the order-

I gather up my courage

Fight for the use of my voice

And whisper to him with such regret.

It's hopeless

And the stabbing words

Roll on two

Make it hardly bearable.

A dull thud-

A jolt of electricity-

Roll on two

It's all a haze in my mind

Roll on two

And I cannot hold back

The tears that threatened to fall

Any longer.

And I think to myself-

Ironic, isn't it?

Because this is exactly

What we all had wanted...

FIN



A/N: Was that as good as the last one? YOU tell ME! In a review. Heheheh. :)