What goes around, comes around.

I will sneak into your room,
When you're sound asleep.
I won't knock on your door,
So, I won't know you weep.

I'll chase away your dreams,
As I enter your room tonight.
You may sit up, just startled,
Or think I will hold you tight.

I will carry a gun in my hand,
And I'll place it on your head.
You often say you are sorry;
You would rather be dead.

So, tonight you will not think,
I will just commit your crime.
I hope you have said prayers,
Because, you are out of time.

I'll walk right from your room,
With blood upon these hands.
They will think nothing of it,
How could you understand?

I wont stop to greet anyone,
Who would like to stop to talk?
I will wear blood on this shirt,
Keep my head high as I walk.

I won't answer any questions,
As long as we know the truth.
Your a woman inside the grave,
You took each day of my youth.

I will wear a smile so happy,
With no pain upon my heart.
But karma bites you deeply,
As you killed me from the start,..

Author's Note

good/bad?