Too Late

Blood runs in the street
Exceptionally dark tonight
Body lying at my feet
What a sight

Splatter upon my shirt
Brains atop my shoe
Who did I hurt?
What did I do?

I remember not what I have done
Warm pistol in my hand
Body wanting to run
Far away from this land

Breathing behind me
A tug at my pant
I look to see
Obscenity laced rant

Knife in her chest
Gurgle in her throat
I did my best
Covering her with my coat

I stepped in to protect
A little too late
Ugly prospect
Always my fate