Blood Stained (Part two)

A crazed man just chopped up his wife
After killing her with a butcher knife.

Placed her into trash bags and got in his van,
Passing the liquor store, and a news stand.
He turned left on the very next street,
In a dumpster behind the movies, he left her feet.

Five blocks up he left her hands,
In someone's unguarded trash can.
He went to the lake, in the water with her head
"You won't drown, you're already dead"

Laughing he drove to another town,
Up ten blocks, he drove around.
Dumpster behind a pizza place, holds her torso,
He left there, after a minute or so.

He threw her arms, and her legs in the woods,
Heading back home, he doesn't feel so good.
He is shaking, and soaking wringing wet,
His clothes stink, of death and sweat.

He pulls into his drive
Feeling only half alive.
Slowly he walks up the stairs
Realizing no one is there.

Stepping into a hot shower
Renewed his sense of power,
Washing the blood from his skin,
But not removing the bloodstain within.

Taking two Valium, whiskey in a glass
He waits for the visions to pass.
Sitting on the side of his bed,
A gun in his mouth, he blows off his head.

He's done now, there is no looking back
Everything dims, fading to black.
Blood splatters on pink satin sheets
The gun shot echoing out in the street.