What have I done?
The blade drips thick drops of blood,
The handle is slippery with my sweat,
Your still body lies wet and red,
The last breath long since gone.
What have I done?
It all happened too quickly,
One minute we're fighting,
The next I'm standing over you.
What have I done?
You told me I was a failure,
I wanted to prove otherwise,
You said it was too late.
I cannot hear anything,
Only drops of blood pounding the floor,
They hit with the crashing sound of church bells,
It echoes in my ears.
I drop the blade and inspect the damage,
One puncture wound in your heart,
Tears wet my cheeks, and yours,
What have I done?
Have I taken life for the sake of love?
Have I broken your heart like you broke mine?
Is this justified?
Or am I a monster?
I'm looking for the reason,
Why I did such a thing,
Why did we fight,
Why did I stay?
Why did I pick up the knife,
Why did I lunge for you in anger?
Oh god,
What have I done?