These scars burn as I wash.
The known of these deeds whip me.
I am adorned with guilty panache.
With every memory I am robbed of glee.
Visions of red painting the ice.
Blood dripping into the liquid abyss.
Staring at me abandoned eyes,
Trick me into reminisce.
I told you to stop shouting!
I begged you to stop crying!
I warned you of what I was feeling!
You failed all my warnings.
You then went flying.
You now lie there dying!