The hack of a hatchet on an unwilling door
"Stop, please stop, I can't take it anymore."
A slam of wood as the door hits the floor.
"Stop, please stop, please, no more."
The creak of the floor as the weight shifts above,
The rising of a knife, as quick as a dove,
"Take anything you'd like, but please leave this place!"
Sprint towards the bed, has to make haste,
The ear-splitting screech and stop of a heart
Is how the crime of a murder starts.