Murder?

Eyes filled
with fear and
 
                 question.

Not to know
what they ever did.
To know they will
die that

                 instant.

Not a twinge of
 
                 remorse.

Not tad bit of

                 regret.

A knife to the
throat,
slicing the
neck.
The blood will
haunt my thoughts.

                 Taunting me,

forever.