memories of a killer

the blood staining my hands
the broken corpse in the corner
i wasnt always a mad man
yet thats all i can remember
did i ever have a life
was  a part of a family
was i ever loved?
every time i see their crying faces
every time their blood stains my clothes
i look around and its as if im in a dream
but the dream i never want to wake up
i see a life that i wanted to have
what happened to me?
remember the past
only to forget it again
i hear te sirens
yet it gives e comfort
to know that im not forgotten
i run from my past
but do i want to embrace my future?