Oh What A Night

Oh what a night,

my mind was working overtime,

over the mental sight,

it started off as passion, a thrill,

fingerprints left on the bedroom window sill,

faces in the crowd were ranging

from horror to fright,

as the shadows drifted

from the darkness to the light,

and my feelings moved from extreme somber

to coldness so tight,

it was that violent act

that caused such an impact,

the mood around me was depressing,

the implications were distressing,

my heart was cold and my eyes were red,

I shook my head,

thinking about the fear of punishment,

flashing lights filled the air,

and I just stood there,

as an odd barbaric splash

of colors held brilliance against the darkness,

it was no comforting flash,

that’s when my sanity would crash,

the police moved slowly around,

they were unnervingly vigilant,

but they made no sound,

my hands went up,

and my legs shuddered on the ground,

then the worst became worse,

the thought of that woman filled my head,

I cowardly left her for dead,

but not without a long remorseful gaze,

at the shape of her on the bed,

lacking breath,

shrouded in death,

and very still,

it wasn’t my intention to kill.