Hiding in silence,
My mind slips into thought,
Of how I ever got here,
When all time seems to stop.
The stars no longer shine,
And the moon turns black,
My eyes are flooded with red,
As my regrets come violently back.
I see her cold, pale face,
Her hair matted with blood,
And I hear the last thing she said to me,
Before ending with a thud.
She was finally gone,
Not one more threat, No more abusing me,
But I'm still filled with regret.
I didn't intend to kill her,
And I can't understand why,
Why I sliced her throat,
And why I didn't cry. I'm sorry that she is dead,
But that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it again.
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