GIRL NEXT DOOR

He was mysterious,

in a strange and sneaky way.

He had a job to do,

With very little to say.

She was in the house next door.

She never knew she was a hit.

She goes to work comes home.

He knew he had to do it.

Watching her every day was really

beginning to change,

His mind, his soul, his feelings,

his emotional membrane.

But a job had to be done,

and it was only for one.

His thoughts wouldn't come,

For her, he tried to shun.

A beauty beyond all,

he ever had to kill.

For just that day only,

He wished the world stood still.

For her world was about to change,

to something other than worse.

All he saw was her beauty,

for this would be her curse.

Just before he closed her eyes

for the final time.

He cried, he lied, he resisted.

They enjoyed their poisonest wine.