I lay still,
Afraid to move,
My hands-bloodspattered,
My soul-tainted,
My mind-clogged,
My eyes-dull,
I lay still,
Afraid to move,
Shadows dance along the floor,
Mocking me in their wake,
Accusing me,
Crimes of such severeness,
I cry,
Unable to prove them wrong,
A picture of her face, mangled and twisted, dead...
...I killed her,
I think in spite of weakness,
Forcing me to unearthly thoughts,
Breathing steadily in the decaying stench,
Suffocating my thoughts and twisting them,
My skin tingles,
Slowly breaking under such force,
Relieving my lured feelings,
As crimson regret flows,
The pool thickens with every inch,
Deeper I cut,
Exhausted and unable to think,
I am slowly dying,
Paying off my sins,
Leaving the shadows to do their dance,
My life in Hell slowly begins...
