Through Their Eyes
8/1/16
Through their eyes I seem to kill with no motive at all
But through my eyes I have all the more reason to.
I struck a knife to his heart and watched him fall,
as the blood spewed from his almost lifeless body,
I laughed.
I laughed with content,
and with everything I had I cried also.
As I saw the life drain from his eyes I remember how he watched me cry when he took my innocence away.
I remembered how he would laugh at my pain time and time again. And here I am now, standing in front of him, watching him die as I had pictured so many times before.
Here he is beginning for my forgiveness, beginning for me to save him, when all I wanted back then was for him to stop and save me.
But it's too late now.
Through his eyes i'm a murder,
and through my eyes he got what he deserved.
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