I think, you concentrate on this subject too much maybe. I understand the attraction to the darkness of taking a life, blood spilling every where. But...striving to make it into something else is what makes a good writer. I really enjoyed the first of the poems I read. But they get so...over played. And this is so hard to understand "She probably drove him to it" Who's she? How did she drive him? The usual questions. Who, what, where, how, when, why...Et cetera, et cetera. Instead of always concentrating on the darkness perhaps bring some light into the situation. Not every single day can be the worse day of your life, nor the day you take that life.