The next door murderer

by ♥*Jodie*♥   Feb 20, 2006


He was young, brave and courageous
a man quick and spontaneous.
he would come round for biscuits and tea
then go home and cook for his family
nobody knew of his second life
nobody knew until he stabbed his wife.
they were "happily married" as far as we knew
he did everything she asked him to do
he took the kids out seemed like the perfect dad
i often would think of his like a second dad.
but the dreadful night that he flew at Jane
all because she left the washing in the rain
he didn't get his Kristel white shirt in time
so he got angry and smash the bottle of wine
stepped to wards her and grabbed her by the neck
the kids were so scared they stood on the patio deck
they watched their father reach for the knife
step closer to her and repeatedly stab his wife
not just the once but 9 stabs to make sure shes dead
6 in the stomach, and 3 in the head
he turned to the window and saw his kids
he was drenched in blood still holding the knife
his children ran desperately in fear of their lives
he opened the patio door and walked to the washing line
took the white shirt and said, " how dare she destroy what's mine!"
no regret and no tears ran down his face
he just sat there with his shirt on saying "its finally MY place"
and with that the police came and took him away
and later found the children had committed suicide that day
now hes in prison with no word of a sorry
but hes not coming out so don't you worry

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