my life as well as theirs (poems)

My Crime

You died in

My arms 

After I 

Tortured you 

For hours

All I did

Was cut you

And you

Bleed out

While bleeding 

I abused you

Like you did

To me

My little

Crimes was

When I killed 

My friends

But your crime

Was worse

You killed the 

Real me and the 

Real everyone

Causing all

Of us to 

Change in 

To the demons

We are now

Even though

I will end up 

in jail

My little crime

was well worth it