Poetically Unfaithful (part 2)

My shoes are now a different color than before,
Such a shame, such a whore,
Amazing what you hear through the closed bedroom door
Through the thin walls with moans and pleasurable pants I heard
Calling every name except mine and I understood every word
No lies to be told, no truth to be found
No excuses to be accepted, just the story about how it all went down
No result will matter, consequences is of no concern
Lives are often hard to take but yours I now will earn
So to no avail, with my hands discolored with the body fluid of yours
Authorities are closing in fast, but I won’t try to escape, but unlock the doors
Let them see what I have done, and make it public for the world to see
This grand poetic murder committed by me
My blade is my pen and your blood is the ink
With this weapon of choice I've killed more than you think
Tell death when it comes that you cheated and got caught
By a man with no mind of reason, just an intoxicated thought