Vancouver, WA, USA
I read the newspaper from my bed,
as my jaw drops in horror.
He's dead, they've tied him to a fence and beat him, tortured him, and left him to die.
His face is covered in blood,
save for the streaks from his eyes
where tears have flowed down his cheeks.
This is the culmination of all of my fears.
What prompted this henious attact?
I read on, as my hands trembled in shock.
He was gay, and now he is dead because of it.
I didn't know him, but I shed my own tears for him. The torment that this whole community must endure because of this tragedy is unbearable. The image of him being beaten to death tears at my soul, and I feel as if my own heart is being ripped out of my chest. Why did they rape him of his life, his youth, and all of his beauty? He had his whole life to look forward to, and now he has been robbed of his future because someone didn't agree. They sent his soul to the sky before it was time. It wasn't supposed to end this way. Not for him, not for you, not for anybody. And to his tormenters, you have not only taken a living, breathing soul from this planet, but when you forced him into a mercilous death, you sent a part of me with him. A sense of emptiness now envelopes my heart. I now shed my own tears for him, as the tears flow freely from my watered eyes.
I turn to the side, light a candle, and say a prayer. May love and peace be with you on your quest for happiness. Look down upon me knowing that even though your life was cut short by cruel and evil black hearts, your spirit will live on through me. One day, we'll both be in the sky, and I can then
tell you this. Until then, rest in peace, Matthew. Rest in peace.