Cold grey eyes

Stare down the barrel

Of an icy winters road

The figure casts his shadow

Long and pale blue

Haunting its way across to the ditch

He crawled out from

His tightly fisted hand

Reaches out with mercy

For the next approaching vehicle

Its occupants are unaware

Of what those hands have done

Or will do

This road is like all the others

In his mind

A crisscrossed web of veins

Soaked in the blood

Of those who stopped

To pick him up