Imperfect Race

"She lies in a sticky mess.
Wearing a now stained burgundy dress.
A look of horror immortalized on her face
Another gone from an imperfect race
He still stands over her shaking
Her life he just finished taking
His knife still dripping in his hands
She should have complied with his demands
Now he hears sirens coming
He doesn’t even consider running
He returns his knife to its case
then waits to be banished from our imperfect race
The man just wanted to get away
To break form his prison of day to day
From corner to corner he begins to pace
Finally leaving this imperfect race"

I was going through my old inactive account (darksurfer) when I came across this, I figured it was about time I move it over to this account.