Monster

Monster
What I’ve become
Is something lower than a piece of scum
Full of hate
I wait.
Knock knock
I unlock the lock
He grins
And it begins
We walk
And I watch him like a hawk
Waiting for the best time
To commit the crime.
After dinner
He thinks he will become a winner
We go to a spot
And that’s when I took my shot.
I pull out the knife
Ready to end his life
I stab
And he tries to grab
But I blocked
And he looks shocked
Now dead
And fully bled
I look down at thee
Only to be filled with glee.