The Scene of the Crime

I killed a man.
It was a bar fight
that got out of control.
We ended up in the parking lot,
apart from the eyes of the crowd.
He pulled a knife
and I danced back and forth,
avoiding the blade.
He rushed me
and I tackled him,
sending the blade scattering
across the asphalt.
We exchanged blows.
tit for tat.
I managed to knock him down
and reach the knife.
He rushed me again
and I brought the knife
up into his chest.
He reeled back and fell to the ground,
Bleeding and breathing heavily.
He died before me
and I dropped the blade
and rushed away
from the scene of my crime.