I killed the prom queen.

Sorrow - you mourn the love now gone
Calm - as the knife if drawn

Cold - the blade upon your skin

Despair - you think of what has been
Red - the blood begins to pour
Relief - you will exist no more
Black - the cloth beneath your wrist
Tears - you hear family in the midst
Panic - you realize what you've done
Doubt - should you have used a gun?
Numb - you lie there dying on the floor
Ecstasy - something you never felt before
Regret - the people you've left behind
N o t h i n g - your life has been resigned