You can never forget the face of the person you've killed, pleading for life as they died;
You can never wash away the crimson stains, or unhear their loved one's cries.

You can never erase the stain of death, a crimson mark across your name;
You can never truly achieve happiness, for you are a harbinger of pain.

You can never find peace after you have taken a life;
Those who know you fear you, and you are filled with strife.

You can never rest from the guilt that permeates your mind;
Gripped with the memory of your treachery, unjust and unkind.

Murder is a death sentence---you sit on death's row;
Your timely end awaits you---it's coming soon, you know.

You await the moment which life will rob you of your breath;
Once you have taken life, you no longer have fear of death.