silence, pain, blood stained carpet
she sits lookin at the body
tears dropping on its bloody hand
as she holds the knife in hers.
once again she has killed
knowing it was for the best
she had drove the knife into his chest
slowly she got up
slit her wrists
and clenched her fists
she climbed to the top of the stairs
took the noose over her head
thought of lyin in a rose bed
stepped off the edge
nows shes dead!
