I look in the mirror and constantly feel regret,
My hands are coated with a deep color,
And my skin is tainted with sharp cuts,
My hair is matted with a thick matter.
I look on the ground and see you there,
Just lying in a pool of your own liquids,
Your skin now a light blue,
Your body is now freezing cold.
What a fool you must have been,
To think that I wouldn't have found out like I did,
With that gun pressed to your skull,
All I see now is red and more red.
I then turn around,
Seeing her right there,
Watching me cautiously,
The gun is still in my hand.
She tries to plea with me,
But the rage within takes control,
And I lay my finger on the trigger.
"Falon, you don't understand!"
She still cries out to me,
But my heart is racing,
And I feel my hand shaking.
Tears roll down my cheeks as I tilt my head,
The blonde is looking at me,
Her poor eyes pleading,
But I don't fall for it.
I see red all over my hands and arms,
Kros' blood coats me,
And soon this woman's will,
So I pull the trigger.
And the bullet flies towards her,
And then she drops in red.