A random peice of writing..

So I was watching 'Shakespere Retold:Macbeth' last night and was inspired to write this peice...yes some of it rhymes and its a bit rubbish but comments are appriciated, consturctive critisicm!!

I never meant to kill him. It was an accident. A slip of the hand. A mistake. Yet his final dying screams ring loud in my ears. The scared look in his eyes. The pain on his face. They flash like the scenes of a movie in my mind. Blind my eyes. Hold my tounge. I am done.
The guilt follows me like my shadow, we are forever bound together. Yet, when the light goes out, It's still there. Looming. The silent stalker. I will never sleep again, plauged by nightmares of that very night. I will wash my hands for eternity but the blood will remain. Staining the pores of my skin.
He's not really gone though, not yet. Under his breath he whispers; "You should of killed yourself instead"

And there you have it. The result of shakespere, tea and chocolate digestives before bed.