Scraped and Scattered

There was blood everywhere
Liters upon liters lying on the marble floor
I look to my left, look to my right
There she was with dismembered genitalia
Chunks scraped and scattered on my chandelier
What do I make of this carnage
Weeping
Exceeding
My untapped potential to end all life
I should've known better
Should've left her with my knife
I look to my right, I look to my left
All I can think is death
Twisting, in a fit in a rage
I call for help but no one can assist me
Twisting in a fit of hate
I call for help but no one picks up my call
It's time to take matters in my own hands