I toil and suffer to waste away. Long hours at work, the little pay.
In my struggle, in this awful place, I seek the day I see her face.
She holds me close and keeps me warm. She loves me dearly and does no harm.
 
I love her dearly, this she knows. Her flawless features, her ribbons and bows.
She’s my world, my life, my dear. She’s beautiful, of this I fear.
I want her happy and I want to care. I cannot split her, I cannot share.
 
I take the rope and tie it strong. I hope she knows she’s done no wrong.
I take her throat and her last breath. Her life has left her, replaced by death.
I hold her close not to forget her scent. My eternity in Hell will be worth spent.