the dame of deliberated death

A Poem by Shelby Taylor

Im sorry I killed you
I leaft you for dead
And now my hands they are stained red
Who's blood? Not mine
The blood; it is yours
And now I watch you there, still on the floor
Oh I dont know...
What should I do?
Should I tell someone I killed you?
To take your body, and turn myself in?
The game of deliberate death
Ill never win