I'm a killer

My teardrops fall.
I watch them hit the floor,
Unable to look at my bloody hands.
What have I done?
I was never was a killer in my life.
But now I have doubt
Mixed up with other feelings that plagues me.
I see his body,
Pale and motionless and bathed in red
On the cold white floor.
My entire fault
He never breathe again.
Never feel love or
See and live the wonders of life.
Did he have parents waiting for him somewhere?
Have I just caused tragedy to some innocent family?
Who am I now?
I am a killer
Something I never dreamed to be.
Now I must live with it.
Must bury this dead body somewhere
Along with my shame and horror.