Murder In The Kitchen

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I was laying in bed, my toes nice and warm

And so on that night my life was transformed.

I heard foot steps in the kitchen, Calamity on the stairs,

But tonight I was put in the place of many despairs.

It was one in the morning, It surely wasn't Mommy,

It wasnt daddy, Mackeyla, Alexis or Tommy.

I got a little frightened but there was no need to fear,

It was just me, No strangers here.

I turned the other way, my back to the wall

And as I felt more afraid I began to bawl.

The light turned on in the hallway and I heard a loud scream,

This pain from within was far too extreme.

I got out of bed as tears fell down my face,

but this scene I wish I could Just erase;

There was an odd man standing with a knife

waiting and foreseeing to end my life.

He ran to me with a disaranged look on his face,

He smiled so weird, holding a brace.

He held a strong grudge, you could see it in his eyes,

He was not too fair, he was not too wise.

I misplaced myself at the speed of light,

You never would have guessed what took place tonight.

The knife missed barely and hit the wall.

Then I unfortunately took a hard fall.

He thrashed down the knife and there I laid

this couldn't be fixed with a minuscule band aid.

If it wasnt for that I could have helped

but the man hit me and made me melt.

I shuddered in fright and pain and despair

but now what filled the cold, frosty air?

Nothing but my family's blood curdling blood cries

Now thats the man that I awfully despised.

I was dead and gone and out of the way

but would you have guessed what went on today?

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