The neat round hole of death

The sound of the single tear
Dripping on to the stone floor
The footsteps echoing across the room
The knock at the door

The frightened shriek of the occupant
The scurrying to lock the door
The twisting of the doorknob
She couldn\'t hide anymore

The looming shadow towering
The girl on the floor Shaking
The gun behind his back still
And the sound of singing

The birds singing continued
As the man pulled out the gun
The girl flung herself to the door
As she heard a piercing shot

The silence echoed
As the all the singing stopped
The gun aimed at the girls back
Smoking from the shot

The neat round hole in her back
Started pouring blood
Like a fountain of pain and evil
And all the things it should

The girl dropped to the floor
And gasped her dying breathe
As the man swiftly fled the scene
Of yet another Death