Plan

PLAN

Over the bed,

Under the bedclothes,

I lie still,

Lost in thought.

I marvel at the irony,

The irony of this fantastic situation.

Here I am,

On the other side of midnight,

Twisting and turning,

Surrendering my sleep,

Finalizing a plan,

A plan to make someone sleep,

Forever.

I work up the intricacies,

Fix the loose ends,

The loose ends of my idea.

Due to lack of sleep,

My eyes appear 'bloodshot' ,

And I wonder,

How much blood will they witness.

The morning sun will shine,

Shine upon a dead body inside my house.

This will mark the end,

The end of a life,

The end of my troubles and problems.

With the plan clear,

Clear in my mind,

I push the bedclothes away,

I walk upto the table,

Grap the equipment.

I feel my eyes,

The 'cat - like ' greenish glow,

Pouring from them,

As they trace upto my wrists.

For a moment I feel like,

Feel like stepping back,

But no, this has to be the end,

The end.

I trace my vision furthur,

Furthur towards my palm.

Then with absolute precision,

I put the cheese,

From my palm,

Into the Mouse - trap, in my other hand.

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