I Killed You

I killed you

I know that now

And I'm ready to take responsibility for my actions

I saw you hit the floor

Through the veil of pistol smoke

And the haze of awkward admissions of guilt

Dead or dying brain cells

Grasping breaths

And silence

I killed you

Because you had become a monster

Not like Frankenstein

But like the arrogant son of a ***** who brought him to life

I killed you

Because it seemed like the most reasonable course of action at the time

I watched your insides boil and burst

With every creaking door hinge

And empty, hollow, cob-webbed emotion

I saw your eyes go dim

As youth blossomed into ungainly structure

And loss

I listened to your blood-caked final words

"Tell them...

I said something prophetic"

I buried you

Wore black and dropped flowers

Sang songs of remembrance

And moved on

I killed you

I know that now

And while I'm not apologizing

I am asking forgiveness

Not from you

Your dead

From myself

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