She was stolen, gone, the rope to hold my sanity,
The warmth that enveloped me,
Yet the strength to set me free
Has disappeared.
The distance between her smile and her knife
The pain she felt as I ended her life
The moment she conferred that she was my wife
Gone.
One fatal second was all it took to stain
The iris, just cleansed from the bloody rain.
I try so hard to drown it in my disdain
Wishing so strongly to feel her kiss again
My arms lost control,
I made the snow change,
From white of purity, to the red of her pain.
One graceful movement was all she needed
To mark my face with the "forgiveness" she pleaded
She smiled once more as her life receded
With her last word I realized she succeeded.