A ribbon of blood, scarlet as the lipstick you apply everyday, flows from those luscious lips as you fall to the floor. Crimson pools underneath you, staining the stark white carpet beneath your beautiful body. Such a shame, the carpet was new, just for you.
Ah such art. The gracious way you fell, the way you landed, the look of pain and surprise when the one you oh so claim to love stabbed you straight in the heart, the same way you stabbed me in the heart from the back. Your life slowly draining out in a place of purity.
Your sweet sweet death, what a lovely sight. Enhancing your beauty, like an innocent fallen angel. Unfortunately, th