Murder In The Morning Light

As the blood hits the floor,
From where I stand,
And the crashing of the door,
As you run knife in hand.

With a trickle of a tear,
As I slowly die,
I see nothing but the fear,
The glistens in your eye.

You don't realise what you've done,
With nothing but the silent sound,
You stare out into the morning sun,
As I fall crashing to the ground.

As you lay in your bed,
Only thing you already knew,
That from the dead,
My murder will forever haunt you.