There was murder in your heart
And murder in your soul,
What more did a person like you need?
For this was the day for you
To commit this dastardly deed.
It took you long enough!
Did you do it out of love ---
Or was it out of hatred ---
Or could it be revenge ---
Or was the moment just right?
Only you know your reasoning
At the moment when passion striked.
Why did you choose the knife,
While the revolver was loaded?
You could have waited to drown the victim
as they stepped into the full tub.
Or even hit them with the poker
Which was near the fireplace in the bedroom.
You had your choice of weapons to do the deed.
The blood stains your hands,
As it reminds you of your actions ---
For there was murder in the air, today.