i didn't mean to
her death was an accident
held her breath too long

the sun burns my skin
buzzards circling overhead
soon the birds will feast

struggling for my breath
i kick the stool to the floor
piss runs down my leg

i use a razor
to cut my fingers open
hot dog buns, ketchup

hatred breeds hatred
a nation that lost its way
addicted to death

blood spattered headlights
as i speed away, i hope
no eyes were on me

i answer the phone
they tell me you are dead now
at last, i can rest

the shooter draws near
footsteps approach my locker
can he hear me breath?