Once again
You are conscious
Another flow of memories
Is bursting through your veins
Like painful ache of piercing knives
Awful flawlessness, overflowing perfection
Corrupting your bloodstream with agony;
Why is there blood on your hands?
Blood-soaked sleeves of your sweater
Blazing on your pale skin with crimson glow
Like redempted lovers in a land
Where death has already conquered
I cannot hear your breath
Restful beating of your heart freezes
Yet I will sheed no tears over your frigid body
My wretched ***** lover
You loathsome empty egoist
Who left me here on my own
I will not mourn your death
For it killed who I was
Or ever will be

When we first met, he was caring and sweet.
I thought he was the best, a woman could ever meet.

The first years were great, and I feelt so loved.
But his love turned to hate, and my mind wandred of.

I blamed myself for it all, but he blamed me more.
And in the nights he would prowl, with the weapons he bore.

He tore me apart, and he branded my skin.
But when he broke my heart, my hatred would set in.

I hated him so much, but he hated me more.
And the thought of his touch, made my brain feel sore.

The really bad touching, felt so normal so fast.
So in my mind i was clutching, onto things from the past.

He made a big mistake, by never hidding his gun.
He thought I'd easilly break, and then he would've won.

But one can only live years, before comming to a point.
Where you ignore all your fears, and just get the job done.

So I picked up his knife, the rusty one from the sheed.
And I ended his life, and laughed while he bleed.

And when it was over, and I was satisfied,
I picked up his revolver, and ended my own life.