Blood stains the floor.

Windows shattered by the door.

Screams travel through the house.

The deceased by of her spouse.

Her eyes bloodshot and red.

The phone ringing by the bed.

Sirens rang down the street.

Running with blood on her feet.

The whereabouts of the knife,

Will determine her life.

Years will pass by,

And she will be living a lie.

Her life ruined by the crime.

She won't have a dime.

Her life will end,

With the crime committed by her dearest friend.