Blood Stained

Blood stained hands holding a butcher's knife
Raw emotions take yet, another life.
Tears flowing down his blood splattered face,
Sick with shame, he fell from grace.

Unable to keep his emotions under control
He prays for forgiveness on his blood filled soul.
Looking down at his wife lifeless on the floor,
He doesn't know if he can go on anymore.

Her face relaxed, with unseeing eyes
No longer judgmental of all his lies
Removing the wedding ring from her hand,
Slowly he rises, beginning to stand.

Removing her high heels from her feet,
He covers her with a pale blue sheet.
All wrapped up, laying across his shoulder
Stopping at the shop, he can barely hold her.

Laying her on the table, he let out a sigh,
"So much work to be done, when they die"
He whispered under his icy breath,
Working quickly to hide his wife's death.

Her head then placed into the vice,
He plunged in and fired up his cutting device.
Head, arms, legs, hands, torso, and feet,
He wrapped separately, nice and neat.