The Murderer

The murderer

It's me, 

I have to confess;

I'm confused;

I'm a crying mess,

What should I do?

"I did not wrong",

I say to myself,

I know they'll find me,

I hear sirens,

flashing lights,

I turn the TV off,

I'm on the news, 

" I want to live,"

I say,

Trying to hide.

I hear sirens out,

I get the door out of my way

I run away in the darkness,

So no one finds me,

I run as fast as I can to hide,

Gunshots were heard behind me

I run,

With courage I have,

But,

I have reached the dead end,

My heart crying,

I feel the guns surrounding the air,

The police stare, 

"Hands up now, don't dare."

(Read backwards).