Your Life Or Mine..

At the end of my wits,
I draw a blade,
Defending myself.

The cries of terror,
Rattling in my brain,
'It's your life or mine.'

Your skin turns to pale,
Eyes lifeless and hopeless,
You strongly take my hand,
Your last beg for mercy.

My blood runs cold,
I feel no pain,
Slashing again and again,
'It can't end simply this way.'

I hear a faint crackle,
Making me thirst for blood,
Driving the knife harder.

Sweat and tears,
The trickle down my sleeve,
Moving back from your lifeless body.

With silence flooding,
I hear my thoughts screaming,
Crying over your fatal demise.

I lean over you,
Drenched in blood,
Silently mourning,
Over the regret I am now faced with for a lifetime.