I hit a deer, its blood drying on me
It wept and cried in agony
It was my fault
I cried with it
I had to do what i took away from it
I had to be strong and live on
I gripped its neck in my hands and twisted it
The twist ended all sadness.
The deer was to be hunted anyways
I think i did it a favor, this world is cruel to deers.