Sneaking through an open door
Light spilling on the ground
Thoughts running through my head
Twisted and distorted
There sits the man i loathe
Sleeping in a chair
Broad shoulders covered
By the mass of matted hair
Straight razor clasped between my hands
Chair creaking with the mass of the man i hate
Stealthily through the curved arch
Sitting beside the man i despise
Pulling at his hair...
Razor slipping into the flesh under his chin
Slumping in his chair...
A warm lighted grin
Eyes telling me all i need to know
The man i despised was dead.
Walking slowly out the door
Light emitting from the distant room
Knees start to shake...
The realization of what i have done...
For i killed the man i loved.
