The lies, they really got to me
In all his insecurity
His love, carved thick with blackened stone
The blood vow overrode our own.
How can I calm his wild fire
That used to be my love's desire?
I can't conceive it- husband gone
The light drawn out like fading dawn.
My eyes used to shine in his own
but now they hold a darker tone
I cannot reach him; words fall flat
His anger boils thick and fat.
The final night before I die
He kisses me darkly goodbye
For in his lips there's something more
A stabbing word- I am a whore.
And then he drowns me in his hate
The pillow proves a heavy weight
If only I had been aware
I would have surely said my prayer.