Standing out in the rain.
Look up to the sky.
Rain falls onto my face.
Blood dripping off my hands.
Mix with the water.
Tears pour down my face.
I'm drenched with water and blood.
I shout to the heavens.
Why must I do this,
Against my will?
I walk to the bridge.
Look at the river.
I grab the bloody knife.
And I try to throw it.
But I'm frozen.
I want to stop this madness.
Why cant I toss it,
And be done?
Why must I kill,
Against my will?

