Honest review of my poem?

Question

Click, Clack

Click, clack,

As the night nears black,

no need for one when guilt is your gun.

I’m going insane,

for the ones I’ve slain,

still remain to haunt and I haven’t forgot

a single face.

I cannot erase

these terrible thoughts deaf with gunshots.

Their fate sealed shut

with a silencer, from what?

Surely not their screams, and my guilt isn’t redeemed.

I’ve found you.

Oh, no, what have I done?

Trembling hands drop the gun.

Her crimson pools around as I fall to the ground.

Her blood holds my reflection

frozen in perplexion.

Her tears are my own, but the ones not shown.

I’m screaming inside,

but in whom can I confide?

I’m back.

You know suddenly it’s near

when all you can hear

is

click, clack,

as the night turns black.

No more.

Answer 1

dude that is soooo freaken awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...

Answer 2

I actually don't read this style of poetry much, but I think you did a good job.  You executed the subtle rhyming well at most points and the wording was interesting enough, and not too abstract.  I disliked the last six lines; ending it with 'no more' seemed a bit cliche and it closed the poem too well.  6.5/10

Answer 3

Amazing.

Answer 4

koool!...

I've read it again..

and i say

..

awesome!

Answer 5

Dark. Disturbing. No Idea. Maybe some backround would be helpful?