Dead

I take your hand in mine.
It is as cold as death.
I look down.
Your hand is pale and lifeless.
I look at your face.
I put my hand to your neck.
You have no pulse.
You are colder then ice.
You are lifeless in my arms.
Your blood is staining my shirt.
I pull the knife out of your chest.
I cry as I realize what I did.
"My dear friend, I didn't mean to kill you!!!!" I scream.
I hold you close and cry.
Somebody finds me, I try to run but I can't leave you.
The police find me with your body.
They take me to jail.
As I sit alone I realize that you are gone.
My best friend is dead.
Dead and never coming back.
DEAD!!!!!