She had it coming
But maybe I shouldn't have snapped like I did
I shouldn't have slashed through her throat
Perhaps it all could have been avoided
The blood stains on the window
I began wiping them out when I heard something fall
I looked above and found
A boy; probably nine.. bending down quickly
He saw me.. I thought
Another mess I have to clean up
I climbed up his window and sneaked into his room after midnight
Tucked in.. Calm like he had no dream
I grabbed tight; his neck
He tried touching my face.. What was he looking for ?
I didn't think to ask
All my energy were pushed down my hands
Next minutes the strangle paid off
I stood and stared at his lifeless eyes
Now.. I thought he'd take with him what he had saw
Turned around and glanced through some family photos
Saw his mother..
Must have been the only child
Served him.. Should have kept his eyes off the window
My hands met with books they could read
Looked back at the photos; he wore dark shades
Then I realized..
He was blind.