In my view

You must be mad
To think that I’m glad,
You lay in a hospital bed.
Once!
Twice!
Did it happen thrice?
I shot your heart as told.
But you lived,
A fool’s chance this was,
For now I come to kill.
At my own will,
With a blade up my sleeve,
You breathe
And I heave,
As the cab I’m in goes faster.
At once I leave,
No, I don’t pay that cheap driver,
Bloody little liar,
Said ‘only take five minutes’.
Through the door,
Across crystal clean floors,
And into
A sweaty elevator.
Amongst a queer bunch,
Heading back from lunch,
Fat, old and hairy,
They cramp me with their gaze.
Hello?
Is that you
Out of bed with a twitching head?
The door flashes open,
Ignore this glance I will,
For he’s too ill to have walked
And
Dressed himself in such a cool,
Comfortable manner.
Through a hall,
Should I have taken a poison?
Yes!
No!
In the room I go,
And shut the door behind me.
This must be it,
There he lies,
With ‘five’,
Count them,
Five bullet wounds in his heart.
You’re a lucky shit,
To have lived like you did,
Not even five devil spits,
Could take you to hells level,
But now I do my bit.
Out slips the blade,
A doctor’s
Blade:
Sharp as a tigers tooth.
To where shall it enter?
What part will I stab?
Do you mind?
Of course you don’t,
You lie asleep in your bed.
Pleasure!
Now your death is my leisure,
I’ll thrust this to your neck,
The blood will ooze,
Leaving much to confuse,
What was once your precious neck!
Then,
A knock at the door,
‘May I enter’ the voice utters,
To the door I go
‘Yes’ I stutter.
A doctor enters with grace.
He walks up beside me,
We stand by the bed,
Should I?
Should I slice off his head?
In view of the tabloids
Now,
“Two left dead at patients bed”
Oh the joy creeps like a cat,
Turn to face
My graduate victim.
His eyes above mouth mask,
Seem most familiar,
Then the name tag!
I gasp.
‘William Skelton’,
The mouth mask falls,
And I see his dark lips,
He smiles like a sin.
‘But you are dead?’
‘Look at our heads’, he says.
I do.
Now I know,
Too late for me to know,
The patient is his double.
‘Have you met my twin brother?’
The words tend to smother,
Skelton rises from fake sleep,
And the two laugh as one.
The knife
He holds,
Hits my hand,
Then my gut
And also my right nut.
Now,
I’m on the floor,
It’s not so clean anymore,
They leer like preying jackals.
‘Don’t forget Mr. Hitman,
Twins are never far from each other,
Thanks to our mother,
One is never far from the other’,
That laugh again.
Then dead I am.
No pay check awaits me in heaven,
Just a harsh whip in hell.
I was fooled by a mind,
Shared by two,
Split to separate views.
My target;
Quite a pair,
To take me down
To the ground,
And split my head,
All blood red.

This bastard never knew,
Hadn’t a clue,
As I as one
Only had one view.