Lletres: An Early Cascade. A Murderer's Day.

With the back against a wall,
eavesdropping the breath of anxiousness.
With the eyes of a victim,
mirroring a grin of the pleasure to kill.
It is an end to all in one moment,
in a second or minute.
Time isn't time.
Right isn't right.
No claims, lost everything.
On request follows no reply.
Done...

(Thanks to mike for these lyrics)