The sun called the clouds to hide her light
All the creatures hid and disappeared from sight
The clouds began tearing for her loss I think
life still moves me on
As if she hasn't.        Gone
Were they tears of joy or misery?
I will never really know
She was murdered by an innocent they say
But it doesn't matter: she is dead my life is grey
They couldn't find the ****** weapon or knife
I know he killed my wife
His fate is now in my hands
I'll take my revenge
I'll cut him to prices and dump him on different lands
This is my official confession
I am a patient with depression: