The Murder

I've thought long and hard about this, deciding it has to be done Not only do you have to die, but I have to be the one I watch you from the window as you lay and watch T.V. I see you but you're oblivious to me Slowly I creep around, finding my way into the house, Making sure you don't hear me, quiet as a mouse I walk into the room, your expression freezes with the look of surprise, as you realize, you're about to meet your demise I stare into your cold eyes and from my pocket I slowly draw a gun, I want to ensure you know your killer I want you to know I'm the one I'm the one who is going to inflict suffering and pain upon you I'm going to make you pay, for the terrible things you do Never again will I allow you to make my mama cry Never again will you hurt her, not after you die I raise the gun up, point blank, at eye level, You deserve everything you get I swear you're the devil I wrap my finger around the trigger and begin to squeeze; I fire, you're hit between the eyes there, I've done the deed You fall back,slumped on the floor, blood gushes from your head; You suffer only a few moments before you are dead Your last words are terrible, as everything you've ever said before You tell me I was, and always will be nothing but a whore I stand there watching, as you bleed all over the floor I can finally rest now, you cant hurt anyone, not any more I have no regrets and actually I'm proud, I've taken you out of MY misery just as I vowed You'll never again hurt anyone especially my mother, I've unsured that, with one simple murder Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 08:09 AM PST   0 • 1