The lies, they really got to me

In all his insecurity

His love, carved thick with blackened stone

The blood vow overrode our own.

How can I calm his wild fire

That used to be my love's desire?

I can't conceive it- husband gone

The light drawn out like fading dawn.

My eyes used to shine in his own

but now they hold a darker tone

I cannot reach him; words fall flat

His anger boils thick and fat.

The final night before I die

He kisses me darkly goodbye

For in his lips there's something more

A stabbing word- I am a whore.

And then he drowns me in his hate

The pillow proves a heavy weight

If only I had been aware

I would have surely said my prayer.