Poetry (of Chaotic Soul)
 
 

Rain...

Wet...

Red...My hands are red.

Cold...Metal...Knife!

Knife...in my hand...

Why?

I was...Walking home from the store...

Someone stopped me.

He wanted money.

I hesitated...he attacked...

I saw the glint of metal in his hand.

Sharp...Dangerous...Knife!

Knife...in his hand...

Danger!

I...swung the grocery bags...

He's doubled over!

I did it!

I crept over to him...

I picked up the Knife...

Hit from behind!!!

I...fell...cut my hand on...the Knife...

I swung my fist around to hit him...

He stopped...

He fell...

His face...

I killed him!

I KILLED A MAN TODAY!

Must keep running...

Must get away...

Branches slapping my face as I run through the forest.

I stop at Pioneer's Glen.

I killed a man...

I close my eyes, but all I can see is his face...with a look of...

Agony?

Surprise?

FEAR!

I cannot live like this.

I have killed a man.

Cold...Metal...Knife!

Sharp...Dangerous...

Killed...a...man...Killed...a...man...Killed.......

 
 
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