• As his words backfire, like a piercing dagger,
    of such hatred that will wound one’s heart forever,
    like a battle or war, his words filled with anger,
    if one must witness the pain in the other.

    She picks up the phone, as he chooses a knife.
    Her pleading screams, her last words in life.
    The house filled with anger, such horror and fear.
    All the cruel words, she can’t help but hear.

    Like a nightmare nor dream, such terror about.
    As he steadily creeps closer, she gives out a shout.
    He stabs her repeatedly, with such power, such force.
    He finishes her up, his feelings remorse.

    He observes the lifeless, cold and bloody corpse,
    of what used to be his wife, whom he loved dearly of course.
    Countless memories shoot through his mind, of which he cannot repair.
    He picks up the knife, not a sound in the air.

    He perceives two bloody hands, shivering, dangling.
    One with a knife and the other a ring.
    He holds up the knife, pierces through his heart.
    Two bodies lay dead, till death do thy part.