Victim

Trying hard not to make noise Not to disturb or peace destroy Searching around the room After a night on the booze He had his back to her unaware She was sneaking down the stairs With a gun in her hand Preparing to destroy his future plans As he turned she let it pop Hitting him with every shot Blood splatters over the wall And a pool of claret where he fall Now your thinking whats all that about What if I said she caught him out A burglar with no respect for the public Didn't realise he was in the home of a lunatic Surprisingly still breathing with wheeze Begging for help he pleads standing over him with one shot left She puts one last hole in his chest Killing him dead as a rat in a trap Her satisfactory grin at the fact That he won't terrorise anymore One less thug creeping indoors