The Confession - 12/13

Crawling alone in the darkness,
Slow on the freezing cement,
My blood supply too close to spent,
I half-dragged my miserable carcass
'Til finally I had to relent;
I tried to keep fighting regardless,
But was off to unconsciousness sent.

The very next thing I remember
Is waking in hospital bed --
Bandages covering my head,
My whole body painful and tender,
Most of my skin gone a-shred;
(No sign of my ghoulish offender,
Just doctors and nurses, instead.)

A prelude to incarceration,
Each of my wrists in a cuff,
Lying in bed in the buff,
Fighting the fog of sedation,
I struggled awake with a 'chuff',
The evidence of my predation
More than obvious enough.

Policement surrounded my gurney
(A landscape I couldn't avoid),
I'd sent so much life to the void;
A senseless and murderous journey,
So many poor lives destroyed...
(Told I'd right to an attorney,
I mumbled assent, paranoid.

And just like that, I was in prison
For all of the girls I had killed;
Lives cut so short, unfulfilled,
(Yet I spoke not of those risen --
The unliving, bloodthirsty guild
That led to the jacket's excision,
And left my soul shaken and chilled.)

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