My crime..

I sit, listening to you running your mouth,
You are like cricket that will not shut up,
I sit here,
The sound of your voice makes me want to throw up..


I sit here premeditating your death,
I imagine how better life will be without you...
My heart smiles, as I imagine myself driving a stake through your evil heart
(if you even have one)
The look in your eyes as you fall to the ground
Your last breath as you beg for help..


Help?
The help you gave the enemy to destroy other lives,
I watch as you gasp for air,
As the pool of blood spreads under your body,
I wait till there is no pulse left,
Then listen to the peace...
I can hear the birds sing at a distance,
I can hear the train and the traffic and every else
Your noise no longer ruins my life,
Your noise no longer ruins other people's lives,


I imagine your epitaph,
What will your head stone read?
Perhaps, "here lays a selfish person, who cared who nothing but them self"
or "  a heartless bitch who will not be missed!"
I smile,
The latter would be perfect..
A single line to describe your entire existence.


My crime,
I hear the sirens at a distance,
I fall on my knees and wait,
The bloody knife still in my hand,
I smile...
I am ready to embrace my crime.
Knowing that those I leave behind will live better,
Knowing that those I leave,
Don't have to hear your annoying voice..


I smile....
As they drag me off in cuff,
Perhaps that was my purpose on this earth,


I smile...
As the judge makes his ruling,
An eye for an eye he says,
Perhaps in your new life you have learnt
Or you have met another to teach a different lesson.


I smile..