A/N: Okay, I stayed up all night for this one... Ha ha. One night I had this idea, and it wouldn't leave me alone! So I had to get up and write it. It's very morbid, so if that bothers you, click back and do it now. Otherwise, feel free to review. Also, another note: The lines may not all perfectly rhyme or anything, but it's meant to be sung more than read. What I'm looking for opinions on is the overall concept and idea and the way it's told. Constructive criticism is welcomed, flames will be used to roast marshmallows.

Her Own Crimson

She sits and waits, she's all alone;

He should have been home long ago.

Her gaze is lifted toward the glass,

No shapes beyond, no footsteps passing.

Another hour passes by,

She tries to rest her weary eyes.

She paces all across the floor,

She wonders how long he's been gone now.

Till at last he enters through the door...

She runs into his warm embrace,

But then she quickly pulls away;

For there upon his collar white,

A crimson stain has caught her eye.

"I want to know," she says aloud,

"Who you were with while you were out."

He tries to speak, but she won't hear,

She lifts a hand and only sneers

And something glints within her fingers...

"I know you'll lie," she says to him,

"Don't even try--you know what's next."

He tries again, but it's too late,

He's on the floor with one more stain.

She takes the snowy silk from him,

But to the floor it falls again.

Her lungs constrict, she also falls,

For that first stain, it was her own.