Who's there?: Poetry of horror

Do you remember? I started that fire. I've wanted to do it for a while. I needed to feel alive. Alive, unlike the day I left this world. You are the reason I am no longer. You are the reason for my demise. I had to feel again. What better way than to take? Take from you who took from me. Can you feel it? Can you feel the pain I've caused? Or perhaps the destruction? My only regret is that you were away. Away from home. Away doing what you did to me. I've left you a memory you'll never forget. Unlike me, one of many. I remember you, but do you remember me? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Only Yesterday Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood. What happened? I don't know. Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood. As I looked around, I found myself surrounded. Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood. I will never forget what surrounded me. Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood. There, on the dewy grass, lay the people I love. Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood. And, as I looked at my hands, what I saw shook me. Yesterday, I woke up covered in blood…