I am judged by other people
they say I'm evil
they say I don't care
but who are they to judge
they weren't there
I didn't mean for him to get killed
I'm sure he was supposed to live
now my blanks are filled
I remember
I shot him in the head
snuck up on him in bed
he was screwing my girl
I killed them both
I made an oath
not to tell a single soul
what had happened
then my heart became a hole
I didn't care
about anything or anyone
I had to hide, but where
I was dommed to be jailfood
doomed to die slow
I never ment to be rude
just wanted to lay low
but I have failed
lost the game
oh man
how lame

-The Poet