He wrenched open the door
And stalked away
Unable to find words
He needed to say
The guilt overwhelmed him
Crushed him like a vice
And yet to be kind
Would cost such a price
He was not a man
For kindness and care
And yet still she stayed
In the flat with him there
Despite all the violence
The sorrow and pain
Despite the fact that she knew
It would happen again
Despite all this she loved him
Did he love her too?
Or was this a union
She someday would rue?
She knew not the answer
And no more so did he
The pair of them locked
In destructive unity
It was not impossible
The crime he committed
It suited his nature
Not at all acquitted
But the deed it was done
His clothes stained with blood
He'd walked weary miles
Skin flecked with mud
No matter how far he went
Nor how heavy his tread
The feeling of guilt
He could not shed
He was not a man accustomed to pain
And yet poor Nancy he had slain
He was filled with an overwhelming guilt
Because of the blood he so wrongly spilt
