A memory of murder

The memories that haunt me are those of my own will.I killed someone I murdered the innocent man at the till.

I robbed him of his money I robbed him of his life.I robbed him with the stab of my deadly little knife.

I watched him as he suffered,I laughed inside myself thinking how triumphant I was with this new found wealth.

But now I do regret it oh how sorry I do feel caught in my prison sell left with only the memories I try to kill.So hears to all you killers that want to knock em dead don\'t do it if you haven\'t because it will be the memories you dread.