• Scheming ideas in my weary tired head
    Just before I head off to bed.

    I heard a knock on the foyer door
    And see something I've never seem there before...

    "We're glad that you're home,"
    They said, "may we use your phone?"

    "Certainly, come in." I say
    As I plot my plan of pure dismay,

    "Have a drink maybe a bite?
    Why don't you two spend the night?"

    As night fell I began to lurk,
    The moon light shines on my evil smirk.

    With a knife stabbed through their hearts,
    The two of them will forever be apart.