SUICIDE, bLUE eYES

Spilling my contents,
Recording the events.
Bleeding my pen,
And then,
I may use the blood as ink.
It makes the words more meaningful, I think.
Red & pink.
Eyeliner, smudged,
Will serve as your black.
The most beautiful, and bold.
Black, to me, is the rich man's gold.
Black is the murder,
Occurring next door,
You arrive, too late,
On purpose,
To discover the damsel raped, bleeding no more.
(That's what bandages are for...)
Red.
The bullet wound on the side of his head.
He couldn't rid his guilt.
And now, he is dead.
Such a beautiful tragedy.

Her blue eyes,
Cause his suicide.