The Murderer in the Mind

This is an extended version of a poem I've posted on my blog, called The Murderer in the Mind. And for the record- I am fine, it's just a poem :) Don't worry.

There is glass upon the table

And blood upon the ground

But none can see the pain within

And none can see the cause

There are tears upon the pillow

There is hurt within the soul

The heart is ripped and broken

The damage inside untold

There is a murderer in the mind

There is a body on the floor

The fact is it's too late now

The time has come and gone

There's a cut at the throat

There's a mark on the hand

The killer lies within the brain

The brain that is long dead

There's crimson on the clear glass

There is a stain upon the dress

Scarlet against the purest white

Hanging limp across the skin

There is limpness in the hand

There is a mourner by her side

The pain was too much

Now vanished is her life