A Narrative Of Murder

This is how my story starts
Amidst a peaceful day
I found her chopped up body parts
Much to my dismay
Whoever guilty of this crime
Left quite the little mess
Of blood and entrails on my floor
Such a crude and rude houseguest!
This is how her story starts
On a perfect day
He took her life and left her
Mangled corpse upon display
He seems to have some trouble
Remembering where he went
Even his thoughts are seeing double
All his energys been spent
A headache full of tension
Tired eyes that wince in pain
The forget me nots have blossomed
Underneath the feeble rain
When sunshine hits the droplets
They reflect, what's brought to light?
The memories of her passing
Through the mortal coils spite
The clouds work to do her favor
Rushing to refract the view
Of the horror that she suffered
At the hands she never knew