His Fault (Cold Asphalt)

Waiting on the cold asphalt,
thinking everything was my fault.
Thats how I felt.

Was it or not?
The body strewn across the lot,
the blood trickling another dot. 

Clutching myself in the bloody air,
What the hell happened here?

I didn't mean to kill his soul.
I couldn't resist not to pull.

Did he have a spirit?
I think not,
if he did, I can bear it.


Was it too much?
To pierce his heart and such?
Well, he pulled the punch.

His fault, not mine, I think.
Anger took control in an eye blink.
I just wanted him to sink.

Still there on the black top,
remembering how his body plopped,
I guess I popped.
I knew I couldn't stop.

His corpse is cold and wet,
seeing his eyes all set
towards the sky,
I was starting to sweat.

Rain pounded the darkness on the ground,
so I dug a hole where he couldn't be found,
forever, now, I am bound.