i sat crying,
listening to you breath
knowing,
you wanted me to leave,
i thought you were sleeping,
as i packed my bags,
and i reflected on yesterday,
when i caught you cheating
you thought i was home,
while you were "out with your friend"
when i was sitting just a row behind you
with your little blonde girlfriend
so this night i prepare to leave you
to pack my bags and go,
then from somewhere in the darkness,
i hear you say, "dont go!"
you tell me im "your property"
that the ring on my hand says so,
i feel your hand on my throat,
you say the only way im leaving,
is when death makes us part.
i see your eyes
a blazing fire,
that once had turned me on,
and that now make me want to scream.
i try to fight back,
as i struggle to breath,
your hand still gripping my neck,
i scream at the thought
that this could be my death,
that i will never
see the morning,
but then my hand finds it,
cold, sharp and hard,
still left open,
still on the nightstand,
your pocket knife.
i try once more
to break your grip,
to make you let me go,
but its no use,
i've no chance,
its you or me,
someone here will die.
i gripped the blade,
closed my eyes,
lifted the blade high
over my head,
i screamed once more,
and ended the fight,
one of us had died,
not who you would think.
i had pearced my heart,
it was me who died,
i couldnt let you go,
but i didnt want to kill you,
this was my time to go,
so i let you live
your miserable life,
in torment and misery
because they found you
guilty.
oh, the pleasure my spirit had
when they said that you would die,
and even more i enjoyed it
when i saw the fear in your eyes.
then on that glorious day,
that you were set to die,
i watched the gaurd
of the prison,
walk you down the isle,
to your doom,
the fear in your eyes,
the look of a condemned man,
just about to die
i watch from heavens clouds above,
with a grin on my face,
as they strap you down,
roll up your sleeves,
and put needles in thier place,
you, the strong, handsome man i had married,
crying, begging to live,
but you and i both know,
you are going to die.
i start to laugh,
as the preacher comes in
to read you your last rights,
and he closes the book,
and you close your eyes,
for the last time in your eyes,
and you died legaly,
for my death aginst the law,
so that makes us even,
and gives me my revenge.
and i planned your death this way,
i knew you would be guilty,
because the marks arround my neck,
and your pocket knife,
lodged deeply in my chest.
so now you get
so sit and cry,
and do your dance in hell
while im here in heaven,
living death quite well
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