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the audience

A taxi stops and and a man gets in
I watch curiously and I wonder if i know him
He looks familiar, but i just can't see to remember
As I search my mind I feel the chiling breeze of november
I decide to follow him, since i long for some company
Beneath my feet, i can hear the crunching of leaves
As I walk towards the cab, I feel sense of suspense
I ask him whether it'd be alright if i join him, but he looks tense
I take it as an invitation and sit myself down for the ride
I ask where he is going to, as if it's any business of mine
He does not answer and I dare not say more
I know we've reached our destination when he opens the door
He pays the driver and gathers his things
Our endless silence ends when his cell phone rings
He ignores the call and i wonder why
I check my watch, it's close to midnight
We make our way to the motel's front desk
He asks the lady for a room to rest
With the key in hand, he heads upstairs
He eyes are suddenly filled with dispair
My heart beats louder as I continue to follow him
My mind starts to race as the hall lights grow dim
His hand reaches into his pocket, and he looks more at ease
He calmly opens the room door with the key
Inside the room is dimly lit
He throws his bag on the bed, and then i see it
He opens up the bible and begins to read
To his dispair it brings no comfort, nor his mind at ease
He sets it down and begins to pray
Midnight grows closer and it starts to rain
His phone is ringing but he pays no attention
He simply continues with his confession
My heart beats faster with every word he says
With the light the lamp gives I can see his face
Tears make their way down his cheeks
He pulls something out and it looks like he's found what he seeks
I watch with horror as brings it to his head
I plead him to stop, I don't want him dead
The once silent room fills with and eruption of sound
My screams, his cries, the ringing phone, it's all around
He has no intention of stopping
The noise grows louder as I continue my shouting
With the pull of the trigger the room grows silent
The sound that surrounds us is no longer violent
The phone continues to ring and it sounds familar
His attire and mine are both similar
My heart starts to ache as I uncover the trurth
I dare not to look so i look at my shoe
It is old and worn like it's been many places
all the places I've gone where I've seen many faces
I gather my strenght as I start to look up
I'm tired of wondering, I've had enough
I make my way towards him and realize
That I just have witnessed my own suicide
***(think nothing of it since it is just a poem and it was inspired by a book)

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