Blue

There was a hole in her heart

A hole in her soul

Pierced through with silver

There was a red dress on the floor

Crumpled and torn

Dead as a flower in a storm

There was an arm on the bed

Bleeding, Bleeding

There was a head by the door

Crying, Crying, Crying

There as a knife in her hand

Shining in bloody glory

There was a note on the window

It said Sorry For The Mess, Will Be Back Soon

There was a shadow on the wall

Creeping, Crawling,

Towards the woman in bed

She was lying

With one arm and no head

There was a woman, a woman, a red dress

There was a girl, a girl in green

There was a boy, barely a teen

There was a baby, neither one nor the other

And there was the man who had killed them all

Creeping, Crawling

Towards the Woman,

Towards the Girl,

The Boy

The Other

All in bed

With a woman who had once worn red

She is sleeping, Sleeping

And the knife falls silently

Blinking like a Sultry maiden

In a blue ball gown.

(c) 2011