Adrenaline rush

Sitting on the floor while
scouring the blood off his hands.
The body he stabbed is rendered helpless,
the blood flow has become stagnant.

A bloody natatorium surrounds the scenery.
Left in shock because of the life
changing moments that had occurred.
Tears drip and reverberate.

A life was lost and a new one was gained.
He left a stain in those who remember.
Shadows now surround the corpse as
it approaches its burial ground.

He acted oblivious as if nothing
had happened and attempts
to congregate with the ones
who had loved the fallen one.

He masks his remorse and refuses to release a tear.
He fades into the crowd, just becoming
another face that is rarely recognized.

They'll never understand the token of stress
that was brought upon him, while decimating another life.

He collides into the mother as she weeps
away at her new found sorrow.
"Who could do such a tragic thing?"
He personifies false notions
to her to comfort her loss.

His life becomes nothing more than a fragmented lie.
Conjuring up new tales on a daily basis
to cover up the demons that plague his inner core.

The truth shall not rise,
as another day dies,
the adrenaline rush provides
the energy for him to strive.