Murderer's mind

I walked up to the door
My head facing down, towards the floor
Picked up a loose brick with my hand
No longer am I hiding my head in the sand
Smashed the brick through the window
What am I doing? I'm in limbo

Put my hand through and took off the chain
Never will she see the light of day again
I walked in through the kitchen
Empty bucket on the table, stinks of fried chicken
I could hear the telly in the living room
It was Eastenders again, all full of doom

Walked through the dark claustrophobic hallway
Dog asleep in it's bed, snoring away
Walked up to the door and pushed down the handle
How much pain will she be able to handle
I walked in as quiet as I could
I'm not a murderer I'm just misunderstood

I crept up behind the settee
The last image she sees will be of me
I pulled her over the back of the settee, the tart
Then rammed my knife straight into her heart

The look in her eye as she died
She looked as though was petrified
All the hurt and pain I'd had
She had a horrific death, and I was glad