What have I done?  The person I loved…cold, limp, and lifeless…is before me.  The person I loved is calling out for help… no one can hear… I took no action.  I watched the person I loved… die before my eyes.  I look at my arms… splattered with blood trickling from my fingertips.  What have I done?  The knife lodged in his heart is warm from the liquid gushing out.  The corners of my lips rise into a smile… I am happy.  The person I loved will be with me forever.  I lay down with the person I loved and dislodge the knife.  I swiftly kiss the person I loved on the cheek… I lodge the knife in my heart.   What have I done?