The Confession - 2/13

Watching his slow expiration,
   His blood pooling on the cement,
   Beaten to fatal extent,
My whole body seized by elation;
   Basking in his malcontent,
Deaf to his choking prostration,
   I watched as the light in him went.

Once the poor guy's life was over,
   My rage and adrenalin sunk,
   I took one last kick at the punk,
Unlocked the doors of my Nova,
   And stuffed the dead guy in the trunk;
With no other details left over,
   I suddenly wished I were drunk.

I had to get lost in a hurry,
   The gas pedal down to the floor;
   To my apartment I tore,
Trying my best not to worry
   (I'd never killed someone before) --
My senses confusing and blurry,
  Drowned out by vehicle's roar.

Finally reached my apartment,
   Against the closed door I was slumped;
   Thought of the guy I'd just bumped,
The smell was becoming abhorrent --
   Bloody hair matted and clumped --
The whole mess reeked like an armpit;
   The body would need to be dumped --
So I rolled it up tight in a carpet.
   
After what seemed like an hour,
   My energy shrunk to a mote,
   I swallowed the lump in my throat,
Undressed, and got in the shower --
Yet somehow neglected to note
   (Facial expression gone dour)
I was still wearing the coat.

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