This is my hand
it’s covered in blood
as I stand
amidst the flood.

Full of hate
born of rage.
I couldn’t wait
for the next page

Waters at my thigh
I passed through the door
He simply had to die
Couldn’t wait any more

Life for life
brother for brother
a husbandless wife
children with only mother.

Honor satisfied
back to my day
feet start to glide
river’s blocked my way

Swept downstream
holding my breath
above me lights gleam
pulled under to death

My hand is still bloody
Karma not mine to exact
Grave wet and muddy
an exhale my last act.