Poems and Tales From Beyond The Yellow Tape

I sit alone in my room...
and listen as the clock ticks...

The lights are dim...
I try to forget the sounds...

but the screams are still in my mind...
and the images of her blood have soaked in...

The knife sits solemnly...
next to the motionless body...

The killer had left hours ago...
but his work still lays lifeless upon the floor...

I want to cry but I'm silent...
i want to run but I feel frozen...

The moon sits high in the sky...
but it's light still illuminates the room...

I know the walls are blue...
but they seem grey...

I know I'm in my bed...
but I feel like I'm falling through air...

The tips of her hair are stained with blood...
and her eyes are dry and closed...

I look at the clock...
and see that it's three in the morning...

Slowly I get up...
and run outside quickly...

I rush into the woods...
but quickly get tired and cold...

i lay down for just a moment...
not noticing the snow pile upon me...

My heart begins to slow down...
and in just minutes...

I'm dead.