Just as the final slash
Was made, The killer felt guilt
At what he had done
His wife lay dead on
Their bed, the warm blood pooling,
And he felt remorse.
All of this over a
Stupid argument, because
He was drinking more.
Oh, what the horrid
Alcahol had caused him to
Do. He had to pay!
As he raised the knife
To his own throat, he sighed, and
He apologized.
He crumpled to the
Floor, his lifeless hand catching
His wife's as he fell
