My love; mother, wife and friend
The bearer of a child unborn, my own heart and soul
Through trials, tribulations and poverty -she stood by me
I took her entity, relieved her body of her soul
In a moment of jealousy I thought her fleeing
And I'm no fool and know, that free will by force
cannot be controlled or induced,
And the Island, my mind, plagued with deep holes
With every step a new memory unfolds
That knife, that knife that took her life
That knife that I stabbed in her heart
That knife that stabbed her belly, my heart
That knife that once I admired for its jewels
That knife now lays protruding from my soul
That knife, this night I choose to end my life
As I watch the profusion, I ponder in confusion
The ruby of passion turned to blood
The solid black handle fade to gray
The gold gilded blade,chipped away
revealing that all that glitters is not gold, and if it is
look beyond to a story yet untold
this is beautiful my friend
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