Murder

Dec 20, 2004 01:21

Both small and big footsteps pressed into the mud,
Rain falls from the sky down onto my head,
As I stand gazing at the small pool of blood.

At first I just thought I’d have a little fun,
Little did I know I’d get this far,
Now I can’t believe what I have done.

I should turn around and bail,
Why the hell am I still standing here,
I want to avoid the cell.

The rain falls down so hard I can hardly see,
There is a wet white haze everywhere,
Hiding each and every tree.

The poor little child fought so hard for his life,
His shrieks pierced my ears,
As I penetrated through him with my knife.

I glance at his body just one last time,
My mind still doesn’t understand,
Why I have committed this crime.

My sanity was at its end,
All the terrifying nightmares,
Still seem to twist and bend.

Blood on my hands I look up high,
A flash of lighting ignites the land,
And thunder booms in the darkening sky.

I zip up my coat before I depart,
Never again will this little boy,
Have life in his heart.
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