Murder

I remember not why
nor understand myself how,
but I ended up feeling dejected
hated, subjected and rejected.

So I calmly walked in all casually
in a multilevel building standing tall,
reaching out for a fluorescent stick
rushing in stabbing for a vendetta's kick.

The dead increases with every plunge,
shouts of terror in fright shivers the floor
and hero's threw themselves only to just die
while some froze unbelieving at this lie.

Charging at them lunging forward,
I left not one alive and breathing;
in a matter of minutes the floor was silent...
just the sound of my breath resounded insolent.

Panting, I went to another level
and once again I pierced them horror!
I made everyone running helter-skelter
and then only an eerie silence followed after.

Two levels I have already marked down
and as my rage for blood is still burning,
I went upstairs and had them all killed
and when it was over, conscience filled...

Horrified by my doing; the consequences,
I broke the stick to two and kept it in my pocket,
My heart wanted to run far away and hide
but I walked freely away from that homicide.