Killed by you

In the dead of night A crash in the house Who’s there? My heart pounds I’m scared Soft sounds outside the bedroom door Slowly the door opens A dark shape enters Frozen, I can’t move It’s just you, unexpected Looking lovely as always All dressed in black A strange look in your eyes Something hidden behind your back What’s the purpose of this visit? Your hand moves, revealing a gun What’s the gun for? You point the gun straight at me What are you doing? No! Someone, please help! No one but you hear my last cry Just the two shots in the night Written September 4th, 2001 © on Sep 04 2001 03:33 AM PST   0 • 10