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.