Murder

Knives are piercing through the skin.
Screams are heard through several halls
Life grows frail and thin.
The deep red blood falls.

The floor is terribly stained
The knives dance across the legs
Screams echoing through the blood that rained
This poor soul begs

Devoured by hate
And bleeding life
This sealed her fate
As she was torn by the knife

Her hands fell
Her eyes rose
As she let out her last yell
This is what she chose

Now she lay dead
And this was the end
Her arms above head
And the love that may send

Sweat trickled down his cheeks
Dropping the knife he covered his eyes
This is what he seeks
The man drops to the ground and cries

She is gone
And she took apart of him too
He knows he did wrong
Because she was one of the few

That he actually loved