Anger clouds my thoughts and emotions
As I crept through the dark and dreadful night
Waiting for the upcoming explosions
I notice his life will not be alright

Gone and vanished the thought of devotion
I sneak up the steps of his polished house
Running now is a quick change in motion
Everything is quiet as a mouse

In through the door and up to the bedroom
There you lye sleeping; embraced by a stranger
I slip on my mask and predict your doom
You should have known your life was in danger

The trigger is pulled, there's nowhere to go
I bow to the dead crowd, "Thanks for the Show!"

By Chantel Darkchylde

An assignment for my Creative Writing teacher. I liked it. Everybody looked at me weird though. :P