Battle of Perspectives

I have an accusation.

That you,

Must have been the murderer.

After all, your hands stained red,

Your ignorance and strong will,

Your scripted lies and petty looks,

And this knife in my hand -

Its evidently no doubt.

I have an accusation.

That you, Must have been the murderer.

After all, it looks, almost, like blood on your hands,

You leave me no mercy,

As cruelty is perhaps, the best treatment for the likes of you,

And this, non antagonizing hurt is well deserved.

Even with this knife in my hand-

Its indefinitely no doubt.

You baffled me with your cries of empathy,

You disgust me with your pathetic front made to mask,

Desperate, as you clinged onto what was once still alive,

Afraid, as it was all too late to save what was once precious,

Us.

Even though, i had this knife in my hand.