Your Reflection
Nothing seems to explain what had happened.
Nothing.
There is no excuse for it, everything that was done was done intentionally, and there isn't a simpler way of putting it.
I'm a killer.
The whole memory of that situation is a swirl in my mind.
Torrent wind…
I can't believe that I did that.
Must I wander now?
Shall I become a criminal on the run?
Ridiculous.
I just don't understand, WHY and HOW it all came to be…
Question…Was it really what I wanted?
Did I want to see the blood of her run freely?
The tears flow from her eyes, down her delicate… delicious skin?
What really went wrong….