Eyes through the blinds.

Little did we know, our neighbor was a murderer.

With a garden full of knives and a brick house,

His eyes make me feel scared. When the icicles

From the house fall before the stars come out,

Bring me my pack of smokes and a good book.

The guy next door has a dog and a hog but he

Won’t sell me his pine logs. Something strange about

A man, who loves pine and can’t stand the snow.

He gets sick when it rains and he cries when the snow

Glows. The guy is a killer, I can just smell it on his tongue.

He wipes his shoes with a white cotton towel every

Night, while his dog watches and eats a mouse.

This man is a killer he owns a red couch. His car

Is never dirty, he wears his hat low. Mom, my neighbor

Is the one who killed me.