My First Kill
Lying down in a pool of blood The red mixing with the cold, white snow And gently floating like a boat on a flood Lies a body carrying a face that I know Pale blue eyes stare up at me The dance of life lost in them While one finger points accusingly At the remorseless killer that I am It was a crime all right One committed on the spur of the moment As we got into a heated fight All because of a silly comment It was the first time I had killed But I knew it wouldn’t be the last For this was something in which I was skilled Given my troubled past As I gazed down at the body with the eyes of a stranger I knew there was no turning back And though the face would haunt me forever I know I belong to the dark