“the hatchet slipped up man”
he said, anxiety flowering
“it was an accident man”
an accident empowering
“what do I do man?”
he cried, worried
“this isn’t cool, man”
his voice, hurried
“somebody’s walkin’ in here man”
his enemy dead
“I better run, huh man?”
he wished it were him instead
“I’m gonna lose it all man”
thought it was worth it at first
“they’re gonna take it man”
no more thirst, no more thirst
“listen man
I didn’t mean this
listen man
how could I’ve seen this?”
it was comin’.
it was slippin’.
it was droppin’.
then drippin’.
“never had a mean heart, man”
he said, whispering
“here comes the bad part man”
conscience was squeaking
“I’m dead man”
he trilled
“I didn’t mean for this man’s
blood to be spilled.”
