To Kill, Then Survive The Guilt
He leans over to witness his deed.
Murder was accomplished because of his greed.
Will he stay or will he leave?
He wanted her dead within the hour.
He took everything that wasn't even ours.
A mother, with a taste so sour.
Why is death the answer for it all?
Why is life planned out as a flaw?
Why did he leave her left to crawl?
A tear leaves his lash as he walks away.
His judgement changed his fate.
That judgement cost him his days.
On the run with his weapon of choice.
Horrific fear swims throughout his voice.
He stops when he hears the noise.
Alive, she is but barely.
Her fate was chosen so unfarely.
Why is this not rarely, done?
He lost his words when he lost his mind.
He grew up from a boy to a murderous kind.
Now he has a death wish left to sign.
On the brink of taking his life.
He's ready to slit his own throat with his knife.
In two moves he made tonight, his last.