This feeling
Is haunting me.
This feeling
Of jealousy.
This pain,
Here inside,
Is impossible
To hide.

I walk along the street
At night.
Terrifying all
In sight,
For I hold a knife
In my right
To rid this feeling of mine.

I enter her room,
My face holds a smirk.
I know now it’s my turn
To be the one that lurks.
I approach her bedside
Readying the knife.
If I didn’t feel this way,
I’d never take her life.

This feeling
Is haunting me.
This feeling
Of jealousy.
This pain,
Here inside,
Is impossible
To hide.

I strike her only once,
Or twice,
A simple thought and act
Of vice.
She would have to pay
The price
For taking this love of mine.

I do not care
If anyone discovers
What had happened
To my love’s lover.
I drop the knife
And flee from there,
Grinning and laughing,
As the wind blows my hair.

That feeling
Was haunting me.
That feeling
Of jealousy.
That pain
Here inside
Was impossible
To hide.