By Spectra16
A/N: Forgive all the unnecessary commas after a line, but if I don't put them there, the lines don't get separated right with the fiction press format.
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The blood on my hands,
has a story at end.
It's one that I can just wash away.
The sweat on his brow,
and the smell is quite foul.
At this point, I'm so far away.
I dare not move,
someone could intrude.
What have I done this time?
The dawn of the day,
has taken me away.
Or is it the clock's chime?
You pushed me too far,
so I run to the car.
I will buy the gun at last.
The weight in my palm,
as I try to stay calm.
This all happens so fast.
I've killed you know,
But I don't know how,
I suddenly got on one knee.
Crimson colored skin,
comes from within.
But right now, it's just me.
I had a purpose for this.
All reason is dismissed.
My guilt is a definite tole.
They reason with me.
My killing is the fee.
The blood stained my white soul.
And even now as they come,
I stand in the sun.
Now you know that I am the mole.