Stop killing me with deep despair,
In deepest sleep hides your constant stare!
Nails clawing at blackest sin,
That clings and stains at my white narrow shins.

Guilt drives to this midnight panic,
Fingers breaking through and revealing the satanic.
I loved you with this down trodden heart,
But you killed it with your wicked arts.

It started with a drunken fist,
And struck hard in the blood streaked mist.
I screamed and flailed in your arrest,
Tearfilled terrified and distressed!

Scared hands encountered,
On the kitchen counter,
The weapon of your instant death,
Which robbed you of your final breath.

The knife knicked,
With a frantic flick.
And dead were you upon our floor.
Right next to the garden door.....