Blood Stained Beauty

Blood spattered on the wall,
A strange gore-filled beauty,
The steady dribble shows,
Your recent work of art.

A certain grace holds,
Your pale staring face,
Pretty once in life,
Allure polished with death.

A bland, boring room,
An equally accompanied life,
Now a seductive tableau,
The grave, your paint, your brush.

Hands splayed open wide,
A yearning last regret?
Truth a hidden factor,
Secreted in death.

A story only known,
To the victim now inclined,
Evidence only shows,
An elegant suicide.