Murder To Death

Murder she wrote,
Suicide she said.
Death in her mind,
Killed in her bed.

Killed by the enemy,
Lost by her sole.
Blood spilling over,
In the crimson bowl.

Found by the love,
Cried by the tear.
Her body motionless,
All to the fear.

Fear of what’s living,
Now what of lost.
All to the words,
The ones that cost.

The life she lived,
Was short lived then.
But even shorter now,
She has nothing to fen.

She was the enemy,
The murder inside.
She was the tear,
The one that was cried.

She was the one lost,
Death to her sole.
It was her blood,
Frozen in the bowl.

Just stand above her,
Listen to what’s lost.
Feel the vibe of spirits,
She knows she was tossed.

This is her grave,
Now say your goodbye.
She will watch over you,
Once you admit to the lie