• Filled with anger,
    I take a knife,
    Think of all the ways you made me mad.
    I rush to your home,
    And stab you repeatedly.
    Your cries,
    And screams,
    We're blocked by my anger.

    Staring as your eyes stay open,
    Blood flooding the kitchen floor.
    I stare at the knife,
    To my hand.
    What have i done?
    Tears filling my eyes.

    Not knowing what to do,
    I hide you in the forest,
    Hoping that no one would find you.
    Each day,
    I live with remorse,
    Killing someone controlled by my anger.

    You will never forgive me,
    Where ever you are.
    Hell or heaven...
    I hope you R.I.P.
    While i lay here,
    In a prison cell,
    Thinking of that night,
    Now, I wish i was the one being murdered...