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Death by Heartbreak (And a .45)
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Depression/Anger An unfamiliar car is in the drive.
Walk in the door.
Lights are out.
A dark silhouette of a woman I loved
At the top of the stairs.
Barely clothed.
As a former lover descends the stairway
I see another dark figure emerge
From my bedroom
And stand at the top of the stairs.
My wife raises her arm
As she reaches the bottom of the stairs.
The dark outline of death,
As she squeezes
A whisper of my end echoes out.
Behind the smoke
I see her smile
As I now lay on a crimson blanket
In our living room.
Walking slowly towards me.
The pain of this wound
Is nothing compared to the pain
Of my now shattered heart.
Above me she stood.
Deadly smile,
Sinister eyes.
The maniacal laughs
Ring out and bounce off the walls.
It kills more than the cavity in my chest.
In the dark
I cannot see all of her.
Face half covered by your dirty blonde hair.
Look me in the eyes.
She raised her arm once more
And then I stare up
At the dark tunnel of my demise.
The last thing I utter.
"I Love...."
