Second Edit: Double-Murder and Suicide

[tectak]

I
What is the easiest way to break one's neck?Careful now. By using "one's" you are first person. In other words, you are asking,  "What is the best way to break my OWN neck". This is a very common misuse of rather formal English...you can see that the next line makes the whole thing hilarious I know the point is pedantic, but it can be solved by a simple restructuring....what is the easiest way to break a neck?

Hands,
once belonging to a father, husband, son,See what I mean...your implied breaking is of yours and by you...no one else.
given to fire, a failed cleanse.

Gym equipment,
weights arranged to snap quickly,A snapping weight? Hmmmm
nothing is truly instantaneous. Interestingly statemental...like nothing really matters....nothing is truly instantaneous. Except that there are no degrees of intantaneosity (and if that ain't a word it should be)...it is either instantaneous or not....so nothing matters or nothing is instantaneous.

II
Friday night,
her blood settles into a towel,
their fight transforms into a forgotten dream.Now far be it from me to attempt to determine where this has suddenly gone...so I will not...but we are walking through a scenario that intrigues, and by that I mean mystifies, so there is a need to title-jump. "Double murder and suicide" is what I am promised...and I can see the unfolding BUT you only have one stanza after this to get me my promised quota. I think you need to bear down on the storyline and get real So far, the story-telling is not telling...and that WOULD be good if you were showing me what is happening. Instead, you have become an observer without cause or time-frame...and it is confusing the shit outt'ta me. HER blood is in the now, yet THEIR fight continues (extends in to the future)...HE is thinking in the NOW, yet is going to wake in the future. It is messy.
In his brain he hears his name chanted,
only to wake up alone, bathed in blackness,could find a better cliche...you know, one that hasn't been used before...
angels still asleep with concussions,like this very much but I don't think you need to pluralise concussion as it implies that there are many varieties of the same....ahem....
the world spinning too fast.
He holds a bible and tries to remember
where he found it.
Even his tears are unsure of whose cheeks they are wetting.peculiarly unnecessary anthromorpising of tears. I would like, I think, "he is even unsure of whose cheeks his tears are wetting"...if you get my drift.

III
Sedation feels the most humane.I have real problems with this line, Richard. Sedation feels, not sedation seems? The most humane...er...what? Thing to do....choice of action...outcome? No..I don't like it. Your poem.
He becomes a spectator for the rest:
feet sneak towards the door,
there will be no knock or happy goodnights,
arms, hands finish too fast.I have no idea what this is about...help.
Dazed, he manages to find a biblehow does this tie in to the first biblical reference?
and gives it to his son.

OK richard. You may have got something here but I do not know what and I am but one. The main issue for me is the categorical insistence on categorical stanzas. I just can't get what the categorical point is. You NEED one ring to bind them. It is like an observed story told from brief notes too long after the event so I find it intuhlectually painful in its wholeness...or lack of wholeness....and to imply order by Roman numerals alone is just  rubbing my muse the wrong way....and where's my second murder plus one suicide? Eh? Eh?