What have I done?

All I see is red.

The rage is built inside me,

begging to come free.

I take a shuddering breath,

glancing around,

seeing only death.

The life of my loved ones,

gone and broken.

I rise from my place,

a look of horror sets itself on my face.

The feeling of guilt

floods my gut.

I feel frustrated,

as the satisfaction of food fills me.

No one should feel satisfied

by killing their own family,

only for a simple meal.

I am no longer welcome

in this place I once called home.