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Blood dripping down
Raindrops on my gown
Running streams of my frown
Spiraling down

A knife in my hand
They must think I've gone mad
A timer full of sand
The last resort, I could not stand

You screamed, you yelled
You fell down to hell
The knife, its strife, did to me do tell
Of how you treated me unwell

A wound to the back of your neck
A crash down to the deck
A kiss, a little peck
A payment, a large check

Insanity, a plague
My mind so easily gave
Fall deeper, fall to the grave
Crash, and feel the pain I saved

A woman, A woman not I
A woman, who cries
She knows she's next to die
She's unable to run, her legs, I fried

Blood, dripping down
Down my wedding gown
A hard set line, a little frown
As your adultress, I begin to drown

The slut, the stupid little whore
She realizes she lives no more
I collapse, laughing to the floor
Unable to walk just yet, out the door

Fate, Fate has ended your life
It has brought you this strife
I was to be your wife
Better luck next time...