The Pirce Of The Blade. Poem by Ricardo Flores

I did not know what to do,
I felt into my pocket.
I felt the sharp from the blade,
it what the only way to get out safe.
I knew i would not go on any longer.
The gun besides my head.
i was unable to move.
Rising myself from the floor,
i pierced through the body of the fallen.
I thought to myself...
'What have i done? '
I felt much regret.
I had taken a life,
all i could do was save myself.
Running was the only way to get out.
All i could think of was the
piercing of the blade.