When murder-suicide became suicide

The knife is dark,

The door is closed,

Her wrists are slit,

The room is stark,

She dies alone,

He's gone away,

He betrayed her,

Her pitious moan,

The sky is twilight,

The roses have closed,

The moon is a pearl,

The stars are silvery bright,

Her life is about to close,

She's served her sentence,

The blood on the blade is dry,

She's free from a hell morose.


The End

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