In seeing all the darkness of Raventhedarkgoddess's poem I felt compelled to make my own

Getting Away With Murder

I… can't see
My hands… stained with death
It happened too fast
I never saw what I'd do
Why couldn't I see?
I always see
But not now
I'm now doomed to suffer for all eternity
Even so
I'm Getting Away With Murder

Is it possible?
To never tell the truth?
I never thought it'd come to this
I always thought
We could work it out
I never thought
I'd bring myself
To do the satanic thing I did
Even so
I'm Getting Away With Murder

The reality
Of life
Of all that's happened
Comes crashing down
With voices to match
That compete for dominance over the others
Like a demonic symphony of sadistic instruments
With you gone
I'm nothing
Even so
I'm Getting Away With Murder

As I die inwardly
As I cry
As I try to end it all
My thoughts all lead back to
What I did to you
How you couldn't believe it
How I loved it all
Loved the thrill of the kill
I'm nothing to what I once was
You showed me love
You showed me purpose
And I showed you hatred, contempt, and fear
Even in death
I'm Getting Away With Murder

Two thanks go out here: Papa Roach for 'Getting Away With Murder' and, as always in most of my stories, to Raventhedarkgoddess