the murder

I see the angry dark red of blood
Covering my eyes so I see no light
I hear a deafening thud
I open my eyes I see you nearly dead but not quite
Crawling to your side I kiss your lips
The taste of metal in my mouth
You turn so cold my heart begins to skip
I try to believe I hear your heart but I’m filled with doubt
Lying my head on your chest I cry and scream why, this is my all my fault
Laughter echoed through the room coming from the pest
The dark figure appears, walking towards me than halts
Sneering I raise my head and curse under my breath
The laughing becomes louder as if he enjoys my anguish
I lunge myself at him fearing nothing not even death
He lands a fist in my gut I feel languished
The knife that killed my sweet lay in his hand
Stalking across the room he pulls me by my hair
I try to crawl back to you but is pulled harder by this man
He raised his knife high and plunges it down with care
I see blood splash across the walls this is the end isn’t it
Staring down to my chest I see the cut “shit”
Closing my eyes I hear the laughter again
At least I will go to hell with you were I will remain 

…My sweet…