Murder As Extroverted Suicide

Murder as extroverted suicide:

It's a form of love gone horribly wrong,
rather than abnormal psychology.

You are found on the scene, holding a gun,
with freckles of blood still fresh on your face.

No confession is needed, no puzzle
to solve; a domestic, plain and simple.

You almost want to say, 'It's a fair cop,
guv' - but somehow, your mouth isn't working.

Of course, you never meant to go this far
and your defence lawyer mentions 'trauma'.

All you can hear is the gun - like a shout -
incoherent, brief expression of pain.

Murder as individual genocide.