The claret stained floor was dank and rusty
The man who stood there was tall and husky
The kid that laid there was bleeding and dead
She already lay in her own death bed
A knife to her right covered in blood
Her dad fell to his knees with a painful thud
Both of his eyes were filled with tears
His mind filled with memories from over the years
He looked at her wrists that were gashed in two
Then he wondered just what he should do
Then he buried his head in his hands
and slowly gave into gods very own demands
he reached for the knife and gashed his self
the blood slowly drained and so did his health
then they both lay there as family should
but why they were dead could not be understood
 
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