We watch,

as we come to a demise.

like a deer in headlights

we act as if we were blind

even though we can see

clear as day

we still lie

with no reason why

we still deny

what was foreseen 

as you watch her walk away

farther and farther away she get

little by little

a part of you dies

with no reason why

as your at your demise

with no way out

you cry for help

but there is no hope

for you cant get out

without her by your side