(Before you read this, this is a fake event. It was a piece that I did for my Psychology class.)

I was dumped by my girlfriend today
It was sad some might say
But to my surprise, I felt no sorrow
Only anger entrenched me, filled me with hate
For now was my mental debate

I only saw two ways for this to be solved
For me to forgive, or for her to be absolved
I saw nothing that was in between
It was time for dear old Jean, to be my queen
In death she shall be mine
Jean and I shall dine
In death we are as one
Our journey has just begun

So I headed for Jean’s
With a mind so keen
She will be my queen
Jean was asleep
So in the house I must creep
For I must not make a peep
I went to the kitchen
My plan nearly envisioned

Jean is now dead
Or at least they have said
The doctors tell me I’m insane
They say I’m not right in the brain

I cry at nights in this here tomb
For what I’ve done that brought her doom
I don’t know why I killed her
My emotions ran ramped
Just one little thing and I snapped

I wish I could take it back
For now my mind has turned black
My emotions are fragile like an egg
And this is my plague