You're dead now.
That is the truth.

As you were dying, I saw your entire life
Flash right before my eyes.
I might have known you for a long time
You might have been a stranger sitting a feet away
You might have been a man, woman, straight, trans, non-binary
You might have been single, married, divorced, gay, lesbian, asexual
And when the metro rail was entering the station,
I can see now - I can see it so clearly that
You could have felt my breath on your neck
Long before your lifestories were scattered around all over the track
You died long long before that.
And I killed you. We all did.
In the flashing light of the train,
And amidst the screams of everyone -
Everyone that has killed you -
I saw through space and time
I traveled all through your life and followed you like a ghost
Till this moment.

I saw you die first.
And then I saw that you, indeed, were born one day.
Like the rest of us.
Somewhere, someone, somewhat broken.
And we killed you.
You are dead now. That is the truth.

I saw you coming back from work...
Or was it a friend's house? Or a pub?
Your eyes blinking to hide the bottomless pit of the dark pupils
Long before you killed yourself Infront of us
You were dying - I can see now, as I travel through time-
Long before you were dead,
You were living amongst us and dragging a blade
Through your nerves.
I have never noticed the cuts on your hand, but now I know.

I might have known you for a long time
You might have been a stranger sitting a feet away
You might have been a man, woman, straight, trans, non-binary
You might have been single, married, divorced, gay, lesbian, asexual
I had been so busy - you see - to draw the lines of my tic-tac-toe
Your death holds no value in this world.

We are all painting and then erasing truths and lies
You were screaming in pain, being crushed
Under the heavy boots of this ruthless world
I'm sitting now, by your bedside,
Or maybe shell-shocked in my seat of the train station
As they recover your body and leave behind pieces of your soul
Like an all-seeing cruel God, I sit beside in your bed
And play pretend selective amnesia to your agony.
You're lying there, alive, in pain.
You're lying here, dead, in pain.

You're dead now. You're dying since you were born.
When we were having a kite fight with our shadows
Phenyl was flowing down your esophagus.
I can see it all now. All of it.
You were alive when you were tying the rope
To the ceiling fan, going around your neck
Like the soft loving kiss of a venomous snake
You were alive when we were so busy to notice
Your pains painting dark blue lines in silent canvas
I might have known you for a long time
You might have been a stranger sitting a feet away
You might have been a man, woman, straight, trans, non-binary
You might have been single, married, divorced, gay, lesbian, asexual
You were alive, till we all killed you.
When the wheels of the train put a final period
After your life-sentence of being condemned to be a human
I've found myself guilty of a murder.