The beautiful visage 
eyes dark as ebony,
innocent and large

How subtle her features seemed,
under the soft light they gleamed
Lips stained with a cherry tint,
I wonder how hard she had sinned.

A crimson river flowed down my body 
Everything was blurry
Even her smile looked weary
But veneer with vanity.

The delicate hands held a knife
Because that was 
her way of conquering my life.