Blood falls
To the carpeted floor,
They look at each other once more,
A gun to his head, a knife to his wife,
The vows earlier this dark day meant everything,
Their rings mean nothing no more,
No one to keep their promise for.
Trying to keep breathing,
Feeling death creeping.
Saying a forever goodbye was never how they imagined,
Never did they think it would end like this,
This was never in their pictures of marriage bliss,
Her white lace now turns to red,
His beautiful body lays life-less upon their unity bed.
Breathing no longer, death covers over.
Bodies covered by a white cloth,
On a cold table.
The label of their death read:
Serial Mass Murder, Leaves Two Dead.
Wearing black, family and friends gather round’,
As their bodies lower into the ground,
Relatives tears fall forever more,
As they picture the couples beautiful wedding,
Played upon the sandy beach floor.
Only one week before.
Scarlet, scented pedals fall, dirt covers over.
A weighted stone is placed into the ground,
Lacking light all around.
The leaves fall, the year fades into a new.
Never did they find who committed this unforgivable crime.
