My Dearest

My dearest, my darling,
Wakes on the floor.
She gives me a look of disgust,
And then starts to walk to the door.

Insults are thrown,
Hatred is shown.
Screaming and crying are the only sound,
as on the door she starts to pound.

She can't get out, she can't get free.
The only one who'll hear her is me.
The knife is gripped tight in my hand,
As from my chair I slowly stand.

She looks and sees the glint of metal,
And then she breathes no more.
And my face, collected and calm,
Was the last thing she saw.

She broke my heart clean in half,
so to her I did the same.
We'll stand now, together at last,
And no one can take the blame.

My life ended the same way as hers.
A knife to the heart, and a ticket to a hearse.
In heaven we can be the same,
And live out eternity
Without any pain.