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