Who Ever Said Insanity Was Easy?

The blood is a halo wrapped
around her unmoving face.
I only wanted the best for her,
I'm sorry I had to kill her.
Her beautiful face
now blood coated and pale,
I'm sorry,love
but as they say,
every bullet has a tale.
The cops are behind me now.
I run faster and faster but how?
These drugs slow me down
and the beer has me wound.
I'm sorry love,
but
who ever said insanity was easy?