Red, and dead

Mary knew what to do,
as she sat at the pew,
when she got home,
through her door she flew.

she remembered the few,
the ones who cared,
the ones who knew her best,
the ones who cared how she fared,
but then she thought of the rest.

so she drew up her courage,
and went to the kitchen,
her mom was there crying,
she went to the droor.

and stopped, her mom was there!

so she waited,
the knife belated,
an hour, a day,
come what may.

but too soon her mother left,
and she was alone,
so from the droor she drew the knife,
after tonight it was due,
her life would end.

but her boyfriend was headed there!
her message was sent too soon,
and so he arrives to find her,
there,
alone in her room,
painted in red, alone and dead.