This day whilst shuffling inchmeal one last mile
Will courage fetch my visage one last smile?
Twas love in blindness lost, my only crime
A bursting heart stole reason, from my rhyme
I hear the walls scream vainly out with pain
Lost, hollow echoes whisper hearts in vain
My wretched handless grasp for last embrace
No eyes to seize her face, within this space
There's no soft cushion plush upon that chair
I quick shall breathe swift heat, when I'm strapped there
I killed the bastard, sleeping with my spouse
They're killing me, though they'd have killed that louse
How shall I greet thee, friend, when met in hell?
Hugs, when my wife is dead and joins as well!
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