A Wrong Doing

I cling to hope but to no avail
I march this march to never prevail
Fearless I once was but now
Upper lip trembles with dampened brow

So long I've tried to make things right
To survive this hardship; fight this fight
But on the battle rages still
With words like gunfire; loud and shrill

Fail me is what you did
Though I tried to forbid
Your trecherous words from affecting me
But you spoke them anyway, full of glee

Now I sit here soaked in blood
Remembering the dreaded thud
As your body fell to earth
And I had ended, once and for all, your mirth

Still holding knife in a griplike claw
I quickly dropped it to the floor
Fearing souls from beyond the grave
To take me forth and become a slave

But now I knew i couldn't reverse
For what I'd done was of the worst
And as my heart skipped a beat
I dropped dead at his feet