Denying Guilt

This may be a little difficult to understand.

Laying him down to rest
I pull at the ends of my hair.
Bite timidly at my nails
Tap my foot to a rythm in my head
Lock my knees and bite my lip
All it takes is one glance towards me
and I run up to the oak casket
Draping my body over his enclosed one
"It's not my fault!"
Shocked, appalled faces burn into me
"I swear!"
Tears falling from every face
I'm sorry.