Blood On My Hands

I lay here tonight in a dark silent room,
feeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom.
Pictures of the blood flash in my head,
pictures of you laying on the floor dead.
Never to come back and mess up my life,
I smile as I wipe your blood from my knife.
Your darkened red blood spills out on the street,
your colden heart stop DEAD in its beats.
I think back to all the pain and the hurt,
as I cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you and your games I can no longer run from,
and me killing you was my turn for FUN.
Oh how they'll cry and oh how they'll weep,
but I know their sorrow is only SKIN DEEP.
As I turn to walk down the cold empty street,
I walk to the rhythm your heart used to beat.
I think back to you lying dead on the floor,
and SMILE knowing your heart beats NO MORE!!!