Murder

The walls are slightly creaking
That is all to hear
The darkness over-comes all
Yet there's no feeling of fear

Sneaking up the stairs
Still there is no sound
There's a run-in with a vase
But it never hits the ground

All the doors are closed
It has begun to rain
Snapping of plastic gloves
By a man who's gone insane

With a hammer in hand
Slipping quietly into the room
Lighting flashes and catches a glimpse
Thunder starts to boom

Raising the object slightly
He brings it down to hear a crack
Blood is pouring from her skull
There is no turning back.