Rubbing my bloodshot eyes,
I stare at the most squeamish and skeptic sight.
Pulse quickening,
Skin tightening,
Hands bloody, I can't believe;
That this all has been done by me.
By killing them,
Even though I own this place now,
My conscience bothers me somehow.
It has eaten me to such an extent,
That now I feel like a stark lone ragamuffin stuck in an isolated island.
Unable to get out,
I feel completely torn down.
Blinded by rage,
The real me was veiled.
I wish Icould rewind to that moment,
And correct my past deed.
But alas!,unfortunately;
What's done is done,
And it is Omega and Finally done.
