97 Shawna L.
Slowly a door opens,
a path of light shows in.
A deadly disturbed man,
is ready to commit his sin.
With the knife in his hands,
a smile clearly painted on.
She unwillingly awaits her reaper,
soon, she�ll be gone.
To heaven some shall say,
and yet believe still.
Does she deserve to die,
not at her own will?
And he creeps up to her bedside,
she looks so delicate and fragile.
Her death she does not know,
is coming to her in awhile.
And ready as will he ever be,
to take her happy life.
To cut her throat open,
for never did he love�. His wife.
Because of all the pain and suffering,
she made him feel inside.
Of all the abuse she�s given him,
has evened up with the lies.
And now to give her his thoughts,
with a blow to the head.
A kiss for goodbye sakes,
and then she�ll be dead.
And it almost hurts him to know,
her killer will she ever think?
Her husband of ten years,
could have so much hate.
Because of the love she thought they had,
to the nights the shared alone.
Vows said and never broken,
now to ruin the �happy� home.
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