I saved her

(Written from a mans point of view)
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How I
Love her.
That nice
pretty face,
Those warm,
open eyes
That hole,
in her chest,
That pour out
blood with a
slow and steady
throb.
The red makes
her seem all
the more vivid
and alive.
Her face is
scared and pale,
as her life blood
spills onto the
white of the floor.
Such raw emotion
in her screams.
I sit and
watch,
with the smoldering
gun.
The smell of the
love in the air
is only slightly tainted
by the reek
of the smoke.
Her eyes plead
for help.
Her words scream
murder
Her blood whispers
to be free.
I'm sure she knows
that what I did was for her.
What I do
is always about her.
To end her torment,
to let her blood flow,
as it has told me
that is what it wants.
She falls silent,
So I walk away,
and let her alone,
to know I saved her.