Not everyone with knives
are criminals.
Not everyone with pretty smiles are innocent.

Blood stained hands.
Knife placed on the nightstand.
Sheets are soaked in red
but no body is dead.

There are no signs of fight.
Only bottles of wine
and a vase to display
all the coloured corks
that were once set tight.

Ashes of past
are stored in a photo frame,
and sealed with a cello tape.

Bad love is all it takes.
'cos when Angels die,
Demons spread their wings & fly..