As I got out of bed,
Something felt weird,
First I noticed I had a sore head,
Secondly, my clothes were covered
In splotches of Red
More Importantly,
I realized that this wasnt my bed!

And This wasnt my room!
I felt a feeling of dread,
And a sensation of doom,
My hands were covered in Red
And so was the Bed,
And as I noticed, so was everything else in the room!

Then I noticed him,
Naked and laid out on the floor,
Spread-eagled in a final expression of candour,
Any doubts about his death put to rest,
By the dagger deeply embedded in his chest,
His organ erect in his morbidity,
And the abusurdity of it all,
Triggered fits of nervous hilarity,
The strangest thing about it was,
I had absolutely no idea who this stranger was!

Then the doors burst open,
In an explosion of Police and ammunition,
Guns extended from from various positions,
The external chaos mimicking my internal disposition,
Shouting and Yelling in my direction,
I freeze...unable to move of my own volition,
When the cuffs hit my wrists, it dawned on me,
Murder was the case, and they blamed me....


To Be Continued