Dead

Hand are dirty, Stained with blood
Of the one who walks alone
Still just holding a knife in my hand
I feel the body turn cold

Have i gone mad? Am i insane?
Or did i just freak out?
I shouldn't have done that. Someone will find
This Body on this route

No one will miss her though i say
She never had any friends
Never anyone there at home
I put her grief to an end

Who did you send to her final grave?
Your question seems so amiss
But you all have reasons, a right to know
Who i made cease to exist

"Who is lying there?" You Ask
"Who's on that bloody bed?"
That person who's now sleeping alone
Is in fact me there dead.