I walk up the hallway <br />Sharp left into the kitchen <br />Grab the knife <br />And head out the front door <br /> <br />Creep across the street <br />Head over to his house <br />Open the door silently <br />And creep inside <br /> <br />Make a quick left <br />I see him standing there <br />With his back turned to me <br />Slowly creep up behind him <br /> <br />Put him in a headlock <br />And slit his throat <br /> <br />I let him go <br />He falls to the floor <br />Shivering and cringing in pain <br />Blood spewing out from his neck <br /> <br />I stand over him <br />Laughing at his weak, almost dead self <br />I walk out the door <br />Run back across the street <br /> <br />I go out into the back yard <br />And bury my weapon <br />Waltz back inside <br />Like nothing ever happened <br /> <br />I take a nice, long shower <br />And head straight to bed <br />With an evil grin on my face <br />Knowing I had won<br /><br />Brandon Park<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-blooded-murder/
