The Last Crime

A strange poem about a man who discovers his love murdered by someone he knows has murdered before.

Water drips-drips-drips

Red falling from the ceiling

Not water, but blood

 

Up the stairs I run

To see the cause of the spill

He's killed at his fun

 

A girl lying on the floor

Dark blood staining her dark curls

He shot her, she's dead

 

Murderer he is

He will pay for it this time

This is his last crime