Crime Poem by Princy Prince

What have I done?
What have I done?
I wanted him dead,
so I pushed him away from me.

My body is trembling,
As I look at a dead body.
Is he dead?
Why am I so concerned?

I wanted pleasure from killing someone I do not even know.
Are the cops coming after me?
Are they going to put me in Prison?
Why am I so scared?
When I was the one who wanted the pain.

Now I must hide this secret,
But oh, It is too late.
Cause I already told it out,
here in this Poetry.

A crime that is once done is done.