Gun powder stains the fingertips
and the gun shot breaks through the silence
Everything once taken for granite is now gone
Blood spills on the pillow, the covers
And the blood stained walls cry
For the tragedy in this room was blindly justified

This blanket used to hide our eyes
Wipe our tears, and cover the lies
Now it shares in our short goodbyes
I'd give everything for one more try

The quiet sound of death is shattered
From a scream in which what is discovered
This body lay disfigured from the escape of the soul
Sirens rush to the scene with the
Diagnosis already achieved
This blanket stretched across the bed
This attempt to cover instead