Conscience in Agony

Laura!
Where are you going with that knife?
Did you not see the blood
On your mother's chest
It is yours, that which you shed
You frightened her
And frightened me
Laura, what are you thinking?
This is murder you speak of
Do not argue
Murder is ALWAYS wrong.
Yes it is your soul
That you wish to extricate
But the condemned will not
be resurrected in heaven
And the condemned never set free
So Laura, come back
To the world you so long to wither from
Clean the blood off your mother's chest
She misses you
Come home.