Confessions

Please forgive me. I've sinned.
I've wished to kill a man.
... Although he deserved this.
He threatened me first.
I did nothing, I only ran.
I however, did think of ways to get at him.
I planned everything out ...
          The best time of day.
          The best way to make it look ,like suicide.

He was alone that night.
I came into his house through the back door.
I used chloroform so he'd pass out,
          then I dragged him to the bathroom.
I put the knife in his hands, and guided it to slit
          his own wrists...the cuts were so deep...he
          bled so much...

He awoke as he was bleeding and he stared at
          me in horror.
He couldn't move, he was too weak.
Was it wrong for me to feel no emotion as he
          stared and cried?
His only words to me as he lay dying were,
          "I'll still love you."
I felt no remorse for what I've done.
I still don't.

Death seems so beautiful doesn't it?
He looked beautiful as he lay there.
So peaceful.

Do I shock you?  You've not said one word.
Do you really think I've done this?
I honestly don't know myself...

It's so vivid.
Not quite reality, yet not so much a dream.
Although, that could be the medication.
This hospital is full of crazies.

So, Doctor.  Will I be forgiven this time?