Here Lies

There has been a murder, No, not a murder but a suicide Or was it indeed a murder? I can not really decide What is true and what is false, What has been twisted and lost. What I do know is that it was gruesome, merciless The killer came swift and silent Much like a ghost with no exorcist, Came with no warning, no lament Lacked pity, and left all doubts at the door Destroyed, until the victim was no more. I just remembered it was, in fact, a murder The killers name love, and the victim my heart.