Guilty Conscience

The air seemed uncomfortably calm
As Harry rolled his window down
The road ahead looked lost and in doubt
As rain clouds were wondering about

At speeds of 90, his Buick began to spur
As he daringly steered yet another curve
While tired tires began to loose their might
Its grandfather engine looked to be losing its fight

A little over 5'5", he had a lean body to care
One drink too many, he had to pay a costly fare
That eerie night transformed into big nightmare
The Alcohol triggered him and he did dare

His best friend lied on the trunk of his car
He tried but the truth wouldn't let him run very far
Shot Robert twice with a .357 magnum gun
He was in denial but he was a killer on the run
He was a few miles away from Dover
Last thing he wanted was to get pulled over
Down on his luck, what he dreaded did happen
He shot the Sheriff as his radio played Eric Clapton

The officer fell down and Harry watched him die
A hole could be seen on the policeman's left eye
He was remorseless as blood gushed like tomato sauce
The devil in him must have been very proud of the cause

He drove further on the dark- winding road ahead
Still thinking of the dead and taking pleasure instead
He jammed the brakes as something crossed his way
Out of his car he ran to see a dead deer it laid

The deer rolled its eyes back as it bid farewell
Numbness stung his heart as it began to swell
He remembered the officer and his slain friend
Slowly he walked away with guilty conscience to defend