This is poem was going to be a story but kind has turned into a poem. It is very odd but I hope you like it!

The assassin

As I walk my heart beats and thuds

Thoughts swimming around my head

I see the innocent deep in sleep

I hold my knife in my sweaty hand

A bead of panic drops down my face

And splashes onto the bed room floor

I move froward, knife in hand

Praying “Please oh please don’t wakeâ€