Lovely decorated porcelain scattered on the floor
Surrounding me in blood splatter that wasn't there before
The sofa's cushions are unstuffed with a knife stuck in one
And I'm lying there thinking about what I've done
Ashamed to look in the mirror when I walk past
I tried to resolve things but what happened occured too fast
The stains of murder now shadows my clothes
And suddenly, there's the red liquid that soaks between my toes
I should be neurotic or hysterical or seem disturbed
But rage had struck me hastily once you said that word
Not a single tear or feeling of resentment
Your dilating eyes crying to me; I can forget it
My reflection cracks from the mirror when I look upon it
The seconds it took to end your life seemed like the longest
The other knife I used is in my hand while I'm shaking
I now use to feel the pain as my skin is breaking
You thought calling me out would make me cry
And the blood from the wounds you gave me would dry
But I'll never forget what you did to me
Now you can live in hell while I live peacefully
