Maniac

Should i look?

can i bare it?

red stains everything everywhere.

dripping from the ceiling, falling on the floor.

a glimmer of steal in the corner, can't move, can't see.

a hand, a foot, over there a head.

who was it? who is she? what happened?

should i run?

was it me, did i do this?

it was me, screaming in my head RUN!!!

i run i trip, but over what?

falling one the cement floor, red falls from my fingertips.

looking around another dead.

am i Innocent or guilty.

does it matter?

i hear yelling from outside.

the daze goes away.

and i know, i smile, it was me all the while.