"She Lays"

I.
She lays stretched out like paint splattered over the bed sheets,
Her fingers and toes dripping over the sides of the mattress;
She smiles when she sees me in the doorway;
I gather her little laughs into my cupped hands
And I kiss her lightly on her chin and lips;
Little separates this warm moment from heaven
Because she's an angel I dragged down from the sky,
Plucked her from on high,
Put her through life and she never cared the way I did
I tell her she's perfect
I tell her she's mine
I tell her I need her

II.
The stab of the knife cuts her screams short
Almost into a hollow gasp;
Her face is stuck in her last moment of pain,
Her innocent eyes shocked in the blood and sweat of my crime

III.
I'll never know if I was her savior—
Or if she was mine