Ripped apart and torn asunder
Heartbeats loud like roars of thunder
In my mind you pillage and plunder
Loving you my biggest blunder.
I promised you my life
You promised to be my wife
I did not predict the strife
I did not foresee the knife
Pushing the blade into my flesh
Thick dribbling blood is oh so fresh
Dripping to the floor and making a plesh
My body you continue to thresh
To you my blood is aromatic
As you pound me with that mattock
Your cackling laughter so ecstatic
Your behaviour so erratic
You twist my arms behind my back
Only stopping when you hear bones crack
I scream to stop the attack
But it’s my mind you want to ransack
You want to stop me feeling
To stop my body from any healing
You love to hear me squealing
It’s my life that you are stealing
You think your life will be carefree
When my death is your apogee
But you just can not see
You can not live without me.
Southern by Design
I like it but… I also feel sad from it. Very emotional!
lostpropertyrepository
It’s not real life, my wife hasn’t got the knife….I don’t think. No it’s ok the knife stand is on one of the high shelves for a reason 🙂
Southern by Design
Whew! I was hoping you were safe. Been waiting to see you got up okay 😉
lostpropertyrepository
I get up before my wife to make sure I’m still alive 🙂
Southern by Design
Haha! Well, if I ever don’t hear back I’ll know you didn’t make it 😉
lostpropertyrepository
What if my wife took over my blog and kept posting as if she was me? What if she’s already done that? What if I didn’t wake up this morning?
Southern by Design
Ohh boy, I never thought of that 😉 Hmmm… perhaps we need to come up with a pass word? Like granite 😉
lostpropertyrepository
Hahaha yeah we could use it in a sentence 🙂 Pick the right sentence and no one would guess it!
Southern by Design
Lol! 😀
lostpropertyrepository
🙂
Anna
Oh boy, it was so very transforming… I could almost literally FEEL it
lostpropertyrepository
Thanks, I really didn’t think it would get such a reaction, much appreciated 🙂