I killed someone

I killed someone not because I hated them or because they did Something bad I did It because I Wanted to Feel Something remorse or Fear or maybe even happiness from the Blood drenched knife and their open chest In front of me but instead I felt Nothing at all I Just felt numb with Blood In my hands I Just felt indifference from the foul smelling lifeless body In front of me I Just felt frozen seeing the person I Just disfigured with my own Bare hands I didn't even know that person or their name or their friends or much less their family and yet I killed them In cold blood I hear the sirens from the cops I don't Panic, I don't try to run, I don't try to explain I Just let them take me that what i deserve isn't It? bad Things happen to bad People if only I could Feel Something maybe things woud've turned Out In a different way but is too Late to think about this as I see my unlucky victim's body on the mud barely recognizable as Human anymore only one thing Comes to my Mind In the first time In my life I Feel Something "shame".