Murder

I am waiting for,
You outside the house.
Little do i know your,
Waiting inside quite as a mouse.

I go to sit down,
and hear a creak.
and all of a sudden,
there is a huge squeak.

the smell is coming,
from inside.
It smells as though,
Something has died.

i am covered in fear,
while looking through.
my legs are shaking,
theres nothing i can do.

i walk to the door,
as i hold my ring.
all of a sudden,
i feel a sting.

there i look down,
and see a sword.
right threw my gut,
as i fall to the board.

i was murdered,
as you can see.
but the murder was,
the inside of me....