I'm Sorry I Hurt You.

Warm tears roll down her round face
As she stares into the mirrior with disgrace
She embraces the razorblade in her clamy hands
Why is it so hard for him to understand
Pressing the sharp metel into her skin
Will this violent death help to repent her sin
A faint moan as her blood splatters the ground
The hours pass slowly without another sound
Until the time he arrives to see her
And finds his love's body on the blood covered floor
He cries in denial, though it all feels so true
Read the blood on the wall  -I'm sorry I hurt you.-