• A dreadful time in the middle of May, when it’s the 13th on a Friday
    While in my house I was dwelling, when I heard my doorbell yelling
    Telling me to answer my door, who is there I implore?
    Be it friend or be it foe, I’ll have to answer before they go

    I make my way to the entrance, while my head screams repentance
    I reach the door and twist the handle, hoping it is not a vandal
    I unlatch the door and open it wide, smiling at the other side
    There stands Chloe, an old chum, truth is I despise her some.

    She barges in being quite rude; she doesn’t care that her actions are crude
    I follow behind her now kind of mad; I wish her manners weren’t so bad
    Suddenly she’s gone so I look around, and see something strange in the background
    I look into my kitchen and see something shine, I wonder if it’s a type of sign

    I look closer to see it’s a knife, the perfect kind for ending a life
    It calls to me to do its will, knowing the person that I must kill
    I pick it up and hold it tight, searching for that girl to smite
    I look around until I found her, no idea what lurks behind her

    I stab the knife into her back, waiting as my heart turns black
    All of a sudden I feel great pain, and start to think I’ve gone insane
    I fall to the floor full of despair, the guilt was more than I could bear
    I cried for hours next to my friend, knowing that tonight was her end

    The next morning I hadn’t moved, my sadness still hadn’t improved
    A sudden thought came into mind, I had a body the police could find
    I began to wonder what to do, I’d have to hide the body, that I knew
    How to hide it I did not know, I knew I’d have to do it quick not slow

    Days went by yet I never left my room, thinking of the friend I had to entomb
    People got suspicious and I could tell, the sight from my window is quite swell
    One old woman called the police, I hoped that this would end in peace
    They checked my house but didn’t find a thing, not even the blood on the ceiling

    I’m glad it’s done so no more lies, it ended well so no one cries
    My friend is gone but I’m still here, even though life is lived in fear
    I still feel guilty and I’m filled with sorrow, knowing I’ll feel the same tomorrow
    I killed my best friend, I committed a crime, the evidence is gone, I’m safe this time