Unquestionable Rape

Dark Circles engulfed her once pretty blue eyes,

Hope has failed once again and she cries.

Realizing her life is nothing more then a shallow pit,

She loads the gun, cocks it, and pulls it.

With dark red blood, splattered all over the floor,

It took the cops three days to walk through the door.

With nothing to find but fingerprints and lead,

It was obvious she died, suicide, gunshot to the head.

Now all she had left is for them to find the reason,

Why her blood stained the wall, the carpet, and the ceiling.

The cops, they found nothing but an old video tape,

And then they knew why, unquestionable rape.

Gregory J Dutcher Jr