The Mental Man

One day when I was home alone,

I was walking past my window.

I noticed a man standing in my backyard,

And instantly I was caught off guard.

Stupidity filled my mind,

As if I was blind.

I opened my back door,

While the rain continued to pour.

The strange man looked at me,

And I began to flee.

This man had a murderer look,

And in his eye a hook.

I hid under my bed,

When I began to dread.

I forgot to close the door,

And heard footsteps on the floor.

My bedroom door creaked open,

And I began hopin'.

This dreadful man won't find me,

Or I will be dead as I can be.

I heard an evil chuckle,

And my knees began to buckle.

Surely this man wasn't real,

Or he'll be a big deal.

A long moment later he stalked out,

But I had a feeling of doubt.

He did not leave my house,

Yet he was as quiet as a mouse.

I slowly got up,

But stepped on a cup.

A loud noise was produced,

My life that I would lose.

When the mental man came in my room,

I knew my doom.

A slow smile appeared on his face,

In this horrible place,

The place that I would die.

He took out an axe,

I had no time to relax.

When I was too schocked to scream,

The axe was flung at me.

A sharp pain in my chest,

And who would have guessed,

The last words he said to me,

Would never set me free.

"You've been a naughty boy,"

He meanly said with joy.

"Don't think you could get away,"

Oh, what a terrible day.

What could he be talking about?

I then began to doubt.

Recognization crossed my mind,

As the wind began to whine.

I slowly began to drift into death,

With one last breath.

This strange man had killed me,

For I began to see.

I should not have been so stupid,

My life that is now ruined,

A terrible place that I will be,

Because karma has finally gotten to me.