it could be murder

a cold stare
an evil glare.
pale hands grace
themselves across your body
stopping at your pretty little face.
it looks you in the eyes
almost seemingly mocks you.
it could be murder
it smiles out.
it turns it's blood thirsty eyes.
as you almost shout.
warm hands form into the shape of a heart
as the crimson color drips down
and onto your own cheek.
it could be murder without a doubt
pale hands embrace it's blade
as you un forgivable shout.
it could be murder if you let it be
an untimely death for all to see.
carrying you out to your silent grave.
laying you down gently
and giving you an innocent smile
as you wither away.
it could be murder it says with it's smile
laying you down in your very own
denial.