The misty fog surrounds me
Death still on its tongue
I walk faster away from the deathsite
because faster is all I can do to keep from crying
What I did back there
It felt so good,
Yet guilt fills me
Swallowing me whole
A chill runs up my spine
And not because of the mid-morning frost.
Her final breath, quick and short
Reminds me of the fog that I have been walking through
I run faster
Faster and faster
Because the sirens have filled my ears.
And I know I am guilty,
Because I am covered by blood.