Shadows linger on the white carpet
In the night it hid the blood
That slipped from a cut throat
And seeped out from the side
The stench of her draining life
Filled the dreary room
And walls that used to hold memories
Have been wiped blank
The open window
Lets in the breeze
To bad they muffled her screams
Death remains a permanent stain
On the face of the house
Once happy with pastel walls
Now... Dark and gloomy
The paint runs off the walls
A mourning dove perched on her couch
Cries tears of blood
The crows will soon pick her flesh
And then there will be nothing left