Remorse

In the end, I'm befuddled
Confused one might say.
Are you asking if I'd change
What happened that day?

What could I have changed?
It wasn't my choice.
In the end, it was them
That ignored my voice.

I asked them, almost begging,
To stop with their games.
But they didn't know how
As they just fanned the flames.

Past that moment,
I clearly recall
It took but one word
And I ended it all.

I remember it vividly,
With clarity unchained.
So, I'd never cop-out or lie
And call my actions insane.

The blood was expected
And the sounds were too.
The "thuds" and the "cracks"
Were intended, it's true.

In the end, the truth
Came out unrestrained.
There's a monster inside
And refuses to be tamed.

As I stared at the ground
And the red stain at my feet,
I felt no remorse
Just pain on repeat.

Would I really change
What happened that day?
I submit to you here
It wouldn't have ended any other way.