City Scene

I thought this would be beautiful,

Yet i am the fool no more

Now i sit alone and haunted,

While you're bloodied on the floor.

 

How could a night so perfect

Become a scene of crime?

How can the body at my feet

Be the one that once was mine?

 

We were all dressed and ready,

For a night that would not come

Who knew the man who saw us

Would be carrying a gun.

 

He hid it in his jacket,

And though i thought him over-dressed,

I never guessed that he intended

To put a bullet in your chest.

 

No warning came before the shot

That rang out clear and loud,

Were you just an accident

Or the target in the crowd?

 

The corpse laid out won't answer

Any question that i ask,

And though i am persistent

It is a pointless task.

 

Climbing to my aching feet

I leave this mess behind

And go to find a person who,

In which i can confide.

 

The city streets are buzzing

But to my presence not one does heed,

As if i am invisible

and exactly when i need.

 

Yet to my astonishment

As i pass a bar,

Its glass door shows the news

And a story i find bizzare.

 

A shooting at a night club

not so far from here,

In the place i left the body

With features so unclear.

 

They were the only victim

And the shooter is unknown,

But the image of the casualty

Now chills me to the bone,

For the face to grace the TV screen

Was none other than my own.