The blood on the floor

The lock of bright orange hair

The broken down door

The body spread out like someone layed it with care

It all added up

The hair, oh that beautiful color

The broken glass cup

But the scene was just too vulgar

It couldn’t be

It just couldn’t

The details layed out to see

Julio figured out, but he really shouldn’t

His ex lay spread in the ground

So beautiful, but just not fit

The sound of the hound

So loud, but he knew it would growl and spit

So Julio ran and ran

Into the forest, tears falling down

His ex, so beautifully tan

He ran and ran away from the town