A Planned Murder
A Planned Murder
It was nothing else,
But a planned murder
His voice echoed in,
Speaker of the truth,
A realisation set into his mind,
As his fear were known.
He panicked,
Looked at his unsettled hands,
That were covered under
The mud of the blood.
The knife he held,
Was let out down,
Making a huge clatter
As it landed to the ground.
“It wasn’t a murder.”
His rationality spoke through,
Unable to avert himself,
He closed his vision
As he knew,
Inside of his panicked heart
It was nothing else
But a planned murder.
Guilt consumed his heart,
His fears were intensified,
His voice had strangled,
It still announced
As he could hear,
Saying , “I didn’t do it. “
He was trapped within himself,
Maintaining the adrenaline of
The shear,
And observing the mortality of
His fear.
He hovered around the bodies,
Glanced around their face,
A face of tranquility and solitude,
Followed by the face of distortion and brood,
Whilst trying to stay himself calm,
The punishment of treachery
Was attained,
He knew their fate was death,
The lovers wrapped against their arms,
He smiled knowing he had ended their lives,
Now in the end,
He knew,
It was nothing else
But a planned murder