The Retort

I see with my eyes, the world around me
People walking like ghosts
blurring the trees, the grass, and the concrete
with their trails of vapor
I listen with my ears, the sounds of voices
as they waft past my face
turning into static in my mind
I feel with my hands, the cold of the winds
and for but a moment, I feel something like you do.

I see your beautiful eyes as they lock onto mine
a smile gliding onto your face
I strain myself to respond
as I manage but only a slight smirk
I hear your voice as you softly say hello
and my brain aches to say anything but goodbye
I see the lust in your eyes
and for but a moment, I feel something like you do.

I see the red of the blood on the streets
as it drips through the gutters
I hear the last pitiful sobs of a man, broken
as he realizes what is to come
I feel the wood in my hands
as it presses against my skin
I see the fear in your eyes
and for but a moment, you feel nothing like I do.