My Hidden Killer-
Life, a chance, a sign.
A beautiful lie.
And that's how I see mine.
My body pale, as if white.
With clothes soon to be stained red,
a secret from that night.
With a knife clutched in my left hand,
my life begins to slowly play itself out in front of me.
From the point of my birth,
to where I now stand.
Smiles and laughs from myself are shown,
As well as tears and frowns,
Accomplishments, and failures,
and its unbelievable to know they are my own.
What has happened can't be undone,
things cant be unsaid,
i cant fix things,
especially if im dead.
