What have I done?
Covered in blood head to toe, where was I last night, where did I go
Whatever I did under the moon I can see in the sun
I gotta retrace my steps, I need to know, quick shower and changed now I’m ready to go
Crimson footprints lead to my car
I open the door more blood on the floor, handprints on the steering wheel and smears on the dashboard
I can’t have traveled that way very far
Turn the key hear the engine roar, following the peel out marks to see what I did before, feeling the weight of what I might have done to my core
Two blocks away
a caution tape police crime scene,
one officer states it’s the most blood he’s ever seen
What can I say
That’s the house of my x Ilene, the queen of mean, even her voice in my head is on constant scream
I fit the description
The car radio said a large white man about six foot four, was spotted leaving the scene the night before
But I’m not a killer something is missing
Information, I needed more, but if they spot me I’m going to jail for sure
LukeCoomer ©