I killed him I think,
because of some out of context quotes,
I was the cement tied to his feet which made him sink.
He did not hear what I had to say,
out of sight, out of mind,
And yet he is who had to pay.
These are the psychological consequences of life,
believing I caused undue harm,
because I spoke of the knife.
But that is merely the facts of life,
I did not stab, swing or poke,
at the end of my gun there is no smoke.
There are merely words which came from my mouth,
nothing deadly,
nothing that sent him South.
Yet I feel a harrowing burn,
a fire in my soul,
that it will someday be my turn.