Shameful

His eyes writhing in his face,
His face wan and withering.

I did this...

My blameworthy eyes scan his lifeless body,
His body ashen and angelic.

I didn't think he loved me...

His blood soaked shirt covering his still chest,
His chest calm and comatose.

He caught me cheating...With his best friend.

He was never good enough,
He was exactly the man I'd have turned down,
He deserved everything he got...

I wanted more, and couldn't resist,
The guilt never plagues my somewhat corrupted mind...

He killed his friend...Then killed himself...

Now I have no one...