Mission Failed...

"The man stalks silently,
on through the gloom.
The floor creaks quietly,
as he enters the room.

He pauses but briefly,
to ascertain his target.
He peers around meekly,
while he checks his knife set.

He draws a knife,
of wicked proportion.
And advances on the bed,
with obvious caution."

He sees her there,
lying silently still.
He knows how to do it,
but does he have the will?

Holding his knife,
in between fingers and palm.
Sweat on his brow,
but still remains calm.

He pierces what seems,
to be undisturbed skin.
Expecting to kill her,
when he forces the knife in.

His mission is complete,
but what does he notice?
A blow to her head,
comes into his focus.

She was already dead,
which means someone is here.
Somebody knows him,
someone he should fear.

He stands up with haste,
and moves out of the light.
Into the shadows,
preparing to fight.

His pupils adjust,
to the dark of the room.
A little to late,
as he stares at his doom.

There stands his enemy,
holding his gun.
What can he do now,
should he just run?

He moves across fast,
and reaches the door.
He suddenly stops,
what did he do that for?

He falls to his knees,
well this turned out dull.
He knows he is dead,
with a 9mil through his skull.