Suffocation,
hands gripped tight around a convulsing throat.
Body twitching, trying to free itself,
air flow stopping.

"Listen to me..."

Pale white hands,
forced away the ones on the throat.
Fists pounded into the stomach,
and rattled against the skull.

"Don't leave me..."

Bodies hitting the floor,
with weightless thumps.
Two gleaming knives,
stuck in two different backs.

"I did it..."

Darkness filled the room,
a dark cloaked figure floated in.
The figured bowed its head,
death himself was forcing tears back.

"To protect you..."

Footsteps echoed in the metal halls,
a mournful cry.
By a devastated boy,
crouched before the man.

"My son... understand..."

Hushed conversation,
between the two.
A story to be finished,
a story to be told.

"This was no accident..."

The body on the floor,
said one more thing too hushed, too melancholy to hear.
One last faint breath,
sorrowful death swooped in and took him away.

*"My son, this was all meant to be..."