Homicide

Walking through the hallways of the dimly lit house, looking, searching for his bedroom.
  Then you find it.
Your excitement rises, heart beating fast.
You open the door to see him sleeping soundly in his bed.
 You step inside, he does not stir.
You step closer, as he snores soundly.
  Suddenly, you reach out and grab him, tearing him out of
    his bed.
Fear ridding his face as your hand strikes his body.
 He struggles, but to no prevail, at first.
As the strikes bash his beaten body, he starts to waken, no     longer taking to his beating.
 You pull out the knife, cold to the touch, as you start to     stab, slashing his flesh.
His shrieks begin to fill the room, as his horrid fate becomes horribly crystal clear.
As you go slashing away, smiling and laughing, what a joyous day!
 The arousing aroma filling the air, oh what a familiar smell! His struggle lessens more and more, as you gaze into his eyes.   Those trembling windows unto his soul, that doth not lie, his life is slipping, fading away.
 And then he stops, he does not struggle, he does not scream.
And though he hath stopped, your arm cannot, and goes unto fro and fro.
  Minutes pass that seem like eternity.
Then you come unto and stop the violence. You step back and admire your work.
 He lays there bloody, beaten, lifeless on the floor.
       You’ve done it. You’ve silenced the lamb.
A weight is lifted off your shoulders, but now there’s one thing left to do.
  Dispose of the body.
You walk out to the hallway, one foot in front of the other.
 You go into the kitchen and there it is.
You turn the gas burners on on the stove and set it up.
 You walk out of the house as it turns to a fiery inferno as a smile crosses your face.
        You’ve done it. You’ve silenced the lamb.