Beauty in the Bloodsplatter

Oh what a gruesome scene
Sirens and flashing lights
Yellow tape and tearstained eyes
Wails echo in the night.

Those big blues eye, once so full of life
Are now a blank shade of grey
They search for a reason why
There was one last phone call they say.

He was the last to talk to her
The last to hear her voice
He called and threatened to end his life
And then she made her choice.

She told him she loved him one last time
Before she hung up the phone
His protest was interrupted
By the hum of the dial tone.

He found her on the bathroom floor
Beside her was a note
He picked it up with shaking hands
And read the words she wrote.

"I told you I'd give my life for you
And every word was true.
If you're leaving now
Then I guess I'm going too.

I wanted to make sure I got there first
Because I wasn't sure if you'd wait.
So I'll be hear waiting for you
Just outside the gates."

Oh, what an ugly sight.
Her body sprawled across the floor.
But there's beauty in the blood splatter
Sprayed across the door.