Knife, Blood, Nightmare

In my hand I grip this KNIFE,
With it I have taken this man's life!
Snuffing him out like a fragile flame,
In return my life, will never be the same.

Looking in the mirror, I am disgusted
How could I kill the only man I trusted?
My sinister side now shining through,
What the hell am I going to do?

Sitting there starring at the BLOOD spilled,
Longing desperately for the man I just killed,
To wrap me in his loving, warm embrace.
Tears of remorse running down my face.

Eyes bloodshot, and swollen, from tears,
I threw away fifteen wonderful years.
And for What? one little fight!
How am I going to sleep at night?

With a scream, I wake from a NIGHTMARE,
Looking beside me, my husband was not there!
Remembering his lifeless corpse, I begin to sweat,
My nightgown, and my hair are wringing wet.

Walking down stairs, in a zombie like state.
My husband was watching t.v, staying up late!
I ran to him crying, telling him about my scare,
The KNIFE, his BLOOD, and the NIGHTMARE!

**I wrote this for another contest, tell me what you think**