I feel like shit. (Poem)

Let it go!, breathe please breathe,
Corrected crooked thoughts, blood on your sleeve.
CPR on the hard wood floor,
3 paramedics rush the front room door.
"Clear!" screams the first medic,
No response from the heart,
3 more times with no credit.
Electricity still not playing its part.
At 3:00 the body stays still,
3 days later the founder is charged with the kill.
3 fingerprints of the founder on the knife,
Battle slashes and a struggle left the victim stabbed twice,
3 lawyers no witnesses, ... 25 to life.


(3+3=6 3+3=6 3+3=6. 666)