I dread walking alone to my car late at night
The lot is so massive and always scarce of light
I reach into my purse and fumble for my keys
Wait, what was that!  I dropped to my knees  
I peered into the darkness but no one was there
But I know what I heard, I'm going nowhere
There it is again! Footsteps somewhere behind me
Oh my God, where is my car, where could it be
I saw by a lamppost in the dim parking lot
A shadow of a man holding something he bought
In a brown paper bag he reached deep inside
And pulled out a knife; I knew I had to hide
I scampered behind one of the cars beside me
I could see him glance around and hoped he couldn't see
Fear crept along the spine of my back
I saw him toss aside the brown paper sack
He walked closer towards me and I wanted to scream
Is this really happening; it feels like a dream
I was going to die right here right now
I can't let this happen, someway somehow
If I'm going to escape, I must do something soon
Before I come face to face with that fierce looking goon
I crawled under a car and held a can of mace
He was walking towards me at a snails pace
Ahhhh he grabbed my foot and dragged me from under the car
He twisted me around and all I saw was his scar
A deep red **** along the side of his face
That's it I'm going to die in this god awful place 
He grabbed me by the hair and I kneed him in the crotch
I saw him reach up the knife and I was too scared to watch
I kicked him again and fought with all my might 
But he was so strong and put up a good fight
Determined I am to make it through this day
I punched him in the face and I heard him say
I'm going to **** you now and you will never be found
I sprayed the mace into his eyes and he fell to the ground
It is you who will die, you thought you were smart
I reached for the knife and stabbed him in the heart
My whole body was shaking as he took his last breath
I could feel all around me the stench of death
The police found me later passed out with the knife
I am writing this now as I serve twenty to life
It was my husband I killed on that very day
But I do not regret it, he deserved to die that way
Day after day the abuse got worse
I knew that I would soon someday burst
I sit here each day from this tiny cell
And live out my life from this prisoned hell