Prequel 2: The Bridge

In a world I feel alone
The only hell I call my own
I know things always come undone
But in the end I just want to have fun
So to clear my mind off stress
I take a drive to the bridge
A place of legend and myth
The home of a crying kid
A child lost within time
Who committed no crime
But was doomed to die
That would spark the infamous legend
The legend of the crybaby bridge
I arrive just on time
Before the hour of the cry
It was cold and very silent
And the air felt strongly stagnant
As I walked along the bridge
The water below was dark
But yet inviting
I reached the center
And then pause
And my mind started to race
With negative thoughts
As I stared into the abyss
A sorrow crept upon me
I felt sadder than I ever felt
Pondering what life now meant
Alone upon this bridge
Thinking about things like death
And the mistakes in my life
My mind heavy with sadness
My heart weak from emptiness
Something was very wrong
I never felt so alone
The water below
Was calling me home
I took in a deep breath
And stared into the sky
The stars shine bright above
As the hair on my arms
Raised into the night
Then as the hour struck twelve
A sound came into my ears
It started off low and muffled
Until it grew louder and clear
It was the whimpering and crying
Of a child in fear
I stood there frozen
From fear and the unknown
I suddenly didn't feel
Anymore alone
The sorrow I felt was lifted
The emptiness was gone
Things could always
Be worse I thought
While listening
To a crying dead soul
I felt alive yet terrified
As the cry rattled my bones
The sound eventually faded
Into the cold night sky
And then again I was alone
I felt afraid
But with a new appreciation
Of the beautifulness of life
I stood there for an extra minute
I was glad I didn't take my own life
I questioned what just happened
Could it be a prank
Or a real ghostly aberration
I walked back over to my car
Then the horror really struck
Upon my window and my bumper
Lied small hand
And fingerprints