You think that your problem is not my problem,
But you kill again.

You ask not for permission,
Nor for a reason why.
You only ask for forgiveness.

Why did it have to go this way?
You didn’t think it would come to this.
You could have prevented it.

You let the thoughts in,
Running rampant among you.
The neural pathways become well-worn.

Once you called those thoughts intrusive,
Now they are all that remain.