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I killed a man.
I shot him in the head.
It was easy,
Impersonal

I killed a man.
Yet they call me kind
They smile as they pass me
On the street.

I killed a man.
I crushed his skull.
There is no way
To remove the bloodstain.

I killed a man.
Yet I faint at the sight
Of the tiniest bit
Of blood.

I killed a man.
I slashed him through.
I laughed,
And did not mourn.

I killed a man.
Yet I still shed tears
At the death of people
I barely know.

I killed a man.
I planned it out.
To make it as efficient
As I could.

I killed a man.
Yet I support
The death penalty,
For killers.

I killed a man.
I had to.
It was rewarded.
It was part of the game.

I killed a man.
But I'm still fine.
Just like everyone else.
You'd never know.

I killed a man,
And I'm not alone.

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