Numbing state of mindset,
My soul leaks out my spirit.
Faintly blinded by your lies,
No longer to you will I commit.
I feel dead.
Jealousy takes over in time,
Possessed with rage I act out.
With him she would rather be,
So neither should be about.
I feel dead.
Watching through the bushes
I discover her cheating ways.
The deceit is uncovered here,
I was lied to all of these days.
I feel dead.
Following her home, I now await
For the moment I am to take leap,
And, now decided, to end this all
As through the door I silently creep.
I feel dead.
Knife in hand, standing behind the door
As she unknowingly walks in her room.
Death is about to linger in the air,
Little did she know of her coming doom.
I feel dead.
Once to the back, I stab in
She turns around, screaming in pain.
Again I stab her, now to the gut
In agony she cries out my name.
I feel dead.
Her white shirt now covered in red.
The blood drips off my knife.
This bizarre feeling of completion
Fills me now as I take her life.
I feel dead.
Rushing out of the house in speed,
Forgetting to even wash off the blood
I hurriedly race over to his house
To finished what he did to my love.
I feel dead.
Loading my Colt 45, I wait inside
The house of this soon damned man.
With his walking in through the door
I begin to aim as I raise my hand.
I feel dead.
With one pull to the trigger I shoot.
Bullet spirals out into his right shoulder.
In shock he falls to the ground wounded.
As I pull the trigger again, "This is for her."
I feel dead.
Still alive, I aim again once more,
This last time to the head do I aim.
This, now dying, man is the reason
My wife left. He's cause so much pain!
I feel dead.
With his dead body now limp
I try to escape this horrid hell.
But the cops, outside, surround me.
Out the them I shall not sell.
I feel dead.
Looking for an exit, my eyes frantic,
I spot a shot gun under the bed.
Shells located in the dresser drawer,
Loaded gun now pointed to my head.
I feel dead.
With barrels resting under my chin,
I say my last goodbyes to Him.
Guilt now obsesses my mental state,
Pulling the trigger "Please forgive this sin."
I am dead.
