What Have I done

What are you doing tonight in the cold air?
Why are you here tonight and why are you so scared?
The skin on you is as pale as the moon.
The hair on your head is like strands of black embers.
The blood practically makes you sparkle.
What have I become.
What have I done.
I am sinking into the shadows,
To run away.
Of course it was a wise choice,
Naturally.
Whatever it was has happened now,
So I guess now I have become what they call
A Murderer.

~End~