Bloody Echoes, Of A Silenced Heart. Poem by Michael Gale

The splash of blood, echoed off my skin...
In droplets, spilled through sin.

Red red stains, lingered on...
Brought upon, by a con.

Lies of deceite, haunt me wide...
As they rock n' roll, deep-inside.

Pain and anger hungered, staunch...
Look to my stomach's, outward paunch.

The knife ripped upon her hide...
Her last of time, to me, she lied.

The dirt avalanched into a pile, dissarayed...
Her stillen body, on silenced display.