I look down at the body

Lying on the floor

What a sick little harlot

What a demented whore.

She made me kill her

With the gun

That woman, that beast

The giver of my son.

She and I have been seeing

Each other for quite a while,

And even though she made me happy

She never broke a smile.

We had dances, got close

And had some fun

But before I knew it

I was holding the gun.

My wife fell back

On to the ground

And I gave a smile

For there was no more sound.

The silence was to perfect

To good to be true

Unfortunately it ended

As came the men wearing blue.

I was taking away

Into the concrete room

Where it was bleak

And meant certain doom.

I looked out the window

Which were covered in bars

As I saw nothing

But speeding cars.

This prison I’m in

Is one of doubt

But never fear

For I soon will be out.