Too Late (I am)

I am the first you killed
And the last to die
And you're the reason
That here I must lie

The single black rose
In the shedded red
The small child
Eyes filled with dread

Bittersweet blood
In the trampled mud
Blackened by the hate
It's too late

The one who would have killed you
If given a second or two
The murderer was murdered
All because of you

Loathing boiling anger
Swelling through my veins
And not a master here
To come and take my reins

I am the one you killed
The one that died for you
Your meaning still untrue
I'm lying here for you

I fought by your side
Defended you
Your country
And this is what you do to me

Go shoot the bastard if you must
If that's what needs to be done
But why'd you break our sacred trust
And tell me I was just one

The man you killed is lying here
I'm gone- I have no fear
I only wish I'd killed him first
A new fresh surge of hate

But wait

It's too late.