Murder

Crimson blood glistening
as it drips from the knife.
Spilling from the
lifeless body on the ground.
POuring from the gashes on my sides.
Soaking your shoes,
and the ground.
You cry one single, heartless tear,
as you whisper that you love me.
Just a single tear,
so sad you thought.
Yet you hold the blade
in your bloodstained hand.
My mouth was gaping,
and before I died I
was able to shed some tears.
Not of fear or pain,
but asking God to forgive
your mistake.
So i could see
you once more in
Heaven.