Murderer Man

She lays on the ground, paint brush in hand

Over her stands the murdere man

Her eyes gaze lifless, soulless, bland

Staring up at the murderer man

Blood spatters on canvas, across painted white sand

She was painting it for the murderer man

A gift, a surprise, a party she planned

To celebrate three years of marriage

To the murderer man

Author's Note

Something new, let me know what you think

Reviews

[Pax]

an explosive plan... a tragic end awaits for an absive realationship ends...
nice rhyming...i like it...great job

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you

[Baby Ricochet]

loved it. Great job

[Annabelle Lee]

Thank you!