Sinking to the floor I dreaded the inevitable,
I could hear him now clambering up the stairs.
Panicking for my life I scrambled under my bed,
And dared not breathe for fear of being caught.
I clutched the knife in my hands,
I wasnt going to die, not today.
Slowly he meandered, almost at the door.
I felt tears spill from my eyes,
As the door knob turned slowly open,
I wanted to live more than anything.
He teased me calling my name over and over again.
I saw his boots walk in front of my face.
I wanted to grow old, to love and marry.
He slowly bent down his face to me and I screamed,
Jumping up and looking at him face to face.
He spoke softly to me 'God has marked you for death.'
At these words I lost it and stabbed over and over,
Until he collapsed with a smug expression,
Pasted on his pathetic, worthless face.
He was just lying on the floor motionless,
Whilst tears streamed down my cheeks,
But I did not stop stabbing.
This was my revenge,
And I showed no mercy.
