What Have I Done?

Tatooed on my heart, I reached too far

past my frozen moment in space.

Heard jangling voices with silken threads

surrounded by piercing beat of disgrace.

What have I done?

Layer after layer wound around my core

crooked lies and daggers of wrath,

cradled pounding head, fearful of demons

blood dripping in splotches along my path.

What have I done?

Psyche chipped at edges, cracked on border

fear lurked between each struggling breath.

I shouldn’t have killed him, deep sleep of doom

hastened his journey to reaper of death.

What have I done?

My straitjacket feels way too tight in my cell

I can’t undo what the voices told me to do

“Kill him, kill him!” they chorused in unison

And I in my psychosis followed their cue.

What have I done?

Death can’t be outrun

And my deeds of death

HAVE JUST BEGUN!