To Have and To Hold
3am... stumble from my bed
Catch my feet, crack my head
Cannot reason, cannot think
I must have had too much to drink
There's something on my mind
Grinding through my brain
Too painful to recall
These memories I can't restrain
Once I knew what passion meant
Love's gentle fervour
'Twas though we were both joined as one
But then I had to kill her
In my mind the screams play back
As I gouged and stabbed and hacked
It broke my heart to take her life
I broke her neck, my dead bitch wife
Deprived of fingers, bereft of clit
In death she took her final shit
To have and hold a sharpened knife
Is fitting vengeance for one's wife