Today was the day that I was killed.
Once I awoke my fate was sealed.
My murderer just had to ****,
'cause he was two months late on his power bill.
He was unemployed and his rent was due,
Which meant my life would soon be through.
He came out of darkness with a knife.
He only wanted money, but he got my life.
He stabbed me in the chest and then he fled.
The police found me later, but I was dead.
He still took my money before he left;
Compared to ******, how bad is theft?
Nothing about him seemed to be kind,
But slowly it was him being killed by his mind.
He pulled out and blade and sliced his vain.
It was the only way possible to end his pain.
He has a paid for roof over his head;
Doesn't really matter now that he's dead.