Blood drips from open wounds,

Crimson and pouring forth,

Like a deep red waterfall,

Pooling around your soul,

Soaking into what's left of you,

Lifeless and still,

Lying there where I found you,

In our bed,

With that demon,

The one who said she loved you,

Like I used to,

Now she's dead too,

Blood spilling from her filthy mouth,

I sit and stare at the both of you,

A gracious smile on my lips,

Wicked laughter filling the quiet room,

As I raise the gun and aim it at myself,

Pulling the trigger with a gentle squeeze.