Drenched in his blood I stood up staring at his dead body,
Holding a ****** knife in my hand,
For a minute not aware of what I had done,
Stains of blood on my shirt made me ****,
I had committed a ******,
Not feeling any guilt though,
I dragged his corpse to the end of the street,
Looking around to see if anybody was watching,
In the snow,
I started digging up a hole,
As I finished I shoved the body in the cold,
Giving final touches to the grave,
I left,
Without staring back I took off on my car,
Momentarily I came across a bar,
Forcing my body through the entrance I asked for a glass of water,
I took out a pen and my note pad ignoring my whereabouts,
In this callous place this what, so far I write......