The echoing of clamped metal underneath my rusting feet screams at me,
Saying: “Guilty, guilty; you murderer!”
And as I step with hesitant, stalling legs, the footprints of blood follow me into the darkness of my mind.
There is tainting between my rotting flesh and finger-nails -
From clawing debris out of his eyes like an animal.
Wherever I look, wherever I am, I see him, staring back at me with holes in his head….