I'll take this knife Buried deep within me

Your blood has stained my hands,
leaving them red to the light.
I have know regard for the human life anymore.

Your soulless eyes looking up at me,
as I stair down at you.
A smirk on my face,

You think I care that you begged for your life,
that you cried as I stood in-front of you unmoved by your sobs.
The blade I used to slit your throat.

Sits on the table beside me,
the blood still glinting on it as the light hits it.
The sit of it brings me joy,

As I walk from this house and never look back.
The flames lick at the roof as I walk away.
Your remain in that house,

being roasted to the core,
never to see the light of day ever again.
Your screams from your tomb inside that house never reaches the outside.

Fear not little child,
you will one day be freed,
once you pay for your sins.

You have broke me for the last time,
this time you can't come back to haunt me.
Letting go of you is the easiest thing I can do now.

I'll leave you to burn in this house as I walk away.
Leaving you and your screams behind as if your not there,
taking your pain and sorrow with me.

Don't worry dear child,
I'll tell your family members that you were already gone.
Let them think that you died doing what you loved.

As I do I'll slowly die inside from the lie that will burn my lips.
Take in the presence of there lifeless bodies as well.
Tell them to be strong for the rest of the family.

In the end I'll grit my teeth and walk this path,
alone like I always do.
Take with me the only thing I possibly can.

I'll take this knife,
and I'll bury it deep with in me,
and never let you escape from my grasp again.

I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you,
but you repay my selfless action with nothing but hate.
Making me see you for what you are.

I'll never see you the same way again.
Never fear tho I'll let this slide off my shoulders,
and walk on as if you were nothing to me.

Taking with me the only thing I can carry.
Burn my memories in that house along with your body.
Hoping that you don't come back to haunt me.

I'll count the steps I take and tell you about them,
once at the end I'll take this knife buried deep within me,
and shove it so far down in the ground.

Letting your and my blood seep into the ground,
so that no one will ever know.
Making sure that your voice will never be heard.

I'll take this knife and bury it deep within me as I speak,
and let you slowly die in the burning house,
that lingers in the distance slowly being swallowed by darkness.