Murder in the Night

Memories of that night come and go.

Flashes of her body so sharp, so clear.

Blurs of his hands out of focus, but clearly shows.

Memories flood and swarm around.

A murder went down that night, I'm pretty sure.

My head is pounding though.

Got whacked in the skull by something sharp.

But I saw it happen.

He took that knife high above his head,

Plunged it straight through her chest,

Piercing the heart.

There was no scream, no struggle,

Just death and murder.

Those memories are to forever haunt me.

The memories of a murder in the night.