There's a noise, a splintering of class, blood
Seeping across a parquet floor, stains
Left on the polished surface of life, tells
Of a nefarious intricate deed.
As the wrist travelled across the honed edge
Sanguine vaporised bloom of lifeblood
Deserting veins in an arc of despair
Arteries opened life seeps away there.
He had come to take, what he never had
Instead he gave, what he never had.
A corpse with colour all spread on the floor
Awaiting the screams from an open door.
A clear pain of glass, deposited stain
Sing their sad song a bad man's refrain.
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Wow. I'm very impressed by this poem, it's such a wonderous write, and I'm happy that I read it. It almost reminds me of one of my favourite characters in General Hospital -I'm a sucker for Dramatic shows-
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