Disquietude

Inconsiderate amount of yellow light
pushed up against the wall,
bathing in contempt,
I see once more.
As my figure moves toward the mirror
my heart is clearly shown
the look on my face is priceless
what have I just done?
Staring through myself,
Through the mirror that once held,
The memories to convict me
of the life I once chose.
Judging me as I move about
Scrutinizing my every move
Just like you had done,
Before I decided to go cold.
See, it was you that drove me to it.
To drive me up the wall
Now, you can feel the pain I once felt
By the simple matter of a 'fall' *

Take a bow
You deserve it
Pain to be swept away.
Take my heart
Destroy the insides,
Make it your own lair.

So I go about my own life,
but nothnig seems to calm,
that of the muderer
Who decided to take your charm.

But...

Not one could convict me,
For a simple pain and... 'fall'
♠ ♠ ♠
I did NC-17 just in case... It depends on how you take the poem, it's not exactly 'G-Rated'

*Just to clear up: I used this 'falling' as an analogy of someone making murder look like an accident.