Gone...

Blood poured into my hands
The man I hated was lying all alone.
The knife punctured his skin
Over & over again.
Pitch black, Bloody screams
Seep through the chilly night.
I waited 'til he was heard no more.
Then stood-up and looked at
What I had done,
And plunged the knife right
Into my grieving soul
Leaving this hated world behind.