No Turning Back

Dressed in my disguising costume, trying to decide if I should turn back or resume

Creeping and sneaking down the hallway of black

I thought to myself “How can I do such a thing?”

But then came the vivid memory of the violent smack

And as I held up the knife with the rush feeling of attack

I knew there was no turning back

Thoughts of my childhood, my dad as he stood

Then from within came the fear that there was no fighting back

He would angrily twist the whip, obviously drunk

Then the awful feeling of the very painful crack

And as I thrust the knife downward in attack

I knew there was no turning back

The blood was dark red as it seeped and stained the bed

I pushed and shoved the body to the floor with a big clack

And watched as his corpse lay there breathing no more air

I fled from the house slamming the door with a smack

This crime was horrible but would relief me from the dreadful flashback

And I knew there was no turning back