Bloody Tears
Bloody tears
Make-up stains
Red across the window panes
A hand in the darkness
Gropes the ground
A puddle of warm sticky shit it has found
Touches the wall
Slides across
For a second, thought it was lost
Tries the light
Sorry, it's out
What the hell is this about?
Shutters flapping
Banging loud
Pounding like a noisy crowd
Easing through the darkness
Damn it! Tripped
What the fuck was that shit?
Look at the floor
What do I see?
Stone-cold eyes looking at me
I look closer
Then I see
Another pair staring blankly at me
What is this?
You ask, I confide
It's a murder-suicide
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