Some people should be shot

I can’t sleep, as I lay awake and remembered that day.
As I stare at the moon, I wonder if life is gonna be better.
My soul was crushed on that single night of passion.

I search helplessly for answers as to why I did it.
Although it is staring at my face.

I feel the pain as the ecstasy seeps through my veins.
My blood smells bad and my lips cracked.

I can’t clean my soulless body anymore.
I have lost myself in this wilderness of filth.
I have become part of the filth.

You remind me of what I have become.
You can only stare at this filth you created.

My hopes and dreams were high when I met you.
But you turned out to be an actor, on my stage.

What happened to the days when we used to trust each other.
Empty words and unfulfilled promises were your tools.

How dare you crush me !
How dare you tempt me !

I will never feel peace.
Until the day, I stood up to my shame.

I will shoot you.
Shoot you with guilt, till you feel numb.
Numb from the very moments you blackened the white sheet.

You will die of a slow death.
A death so filthy, no dog dares to sniff.

The fire you lit will only die, once you have bleached the blackened sheet.