Guilt

My reflection was blurry
But I could still see my prey.
Eyes, blue like mine
Three murders this year- 
All were accidental, I'm sorry
He was going to blackmail me about them 
And I was gonna shut him up.
I apologized and promised to change after those murders
But then, it's not worth it.
I'll clean up this mess, I promise. And it'll be the last.
Now my eyes piercing through the mirror to read my prey's feelings
Fear mixed with guilt and anguish
But I have to do what must be done.
He never believed me...

So I picked up the knife 
And put it through him with so much force.
He never believed any good in me and kept reminding me I'm a murderer
For a moment, I watched his tear slip
I watched my tear slip
And I dropped dead.
I felt the fear and guilt leave.