He leans over to witness his deed. <br />Murder was accomplished because of his greed. <br />Will he stay or will he leave? <br /> <br />He wanted her dead within the hour. <br />He took everything that wasn't even ours. <br />A mother, with a taste so sour. <br /> <br />Why is death the answer for it all? <br />Why is life planned out as a flaw? <br />Why did he leave her left to crawl? <br /> <br />A tear leaves his lash as he walks away. <br />His judgement changed his fate. <br />That judgement cost him his days. <br /> <br />On the run with his weapon of choice. <br />Horrific fear swims throughout his voice. <br />He stops when he hears the noise. <br /> <br />Alive, she is but barely. <br />Her fate was chosen so unfarely. <br />Why is this not rarely, done? <br /> <br />He lost his words when he lost his mind. <br />He grew up from a boy to a murderous kind. <br />Now he has a death wish left to sign. <br /> <br />On the brink of taking his life. <br />He's ready to slit his own throat with his knife. <br />In two moves he made tonight, his last.<br /><br />Julius Glasthal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-kill-then-survive-the-guilt/
