He died

I killed a man...
I ripped his heart out right from his chest.
breathing heavily when I said:
"He is finally dead"
Thought that his death would rid me of my suffering
Thought that i would finally be happy
Thought that his death would be enough to repay me
When the moment the knife first pierced his body
I wasn't scared, my heart was screaming "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Even after the several blows...
I still wasn't scared.
They took me to jail
But I still wasn't scared,
Its like I never cared.
But when they told me his funeral was over,
A tear drop fell from one of my eyes,
Not because I was sad,
But because he died not knowing a thing.

Di27 ©