We all get upset about things…this shows the darkest inner spirit that most of us hide from time to time.
As I walked through the park
My world grew dark
For he told me a lie
Now he’s going to die
My face was grim
Yet the tears still flowed
Though the park lights were dim
My face still glowed
Then he saw the knife
The glow turned to glum
In seconds my job was done
Now I’m no longer his wife
Back through the park I walk
Dripping without a care
For the most anyone could do
Was stand there and stare
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