The Mistake Of My Lover

This poem goes about a girl who has a lover, and her lover has a gambling problem. So the previous night the guy goes and gambles and loses, and he owes a fortune. So they both decide to kill the guy.

SLASH, SLASH, SLASH, a drip ran down his neck

he lay beside a carpet that was now covered in red

I stood beside my lover, who then stared at his hands

How could we have done such a thing to such an innocent man?

Slash, Slash, Slash, is all we told the police

yet dreams of the incident never seemed to cease.

Awoken in screams and drowning in sweat

Imagine what that man could have meant...

He might've had a family, a child or two

he might've had a wife, a mistress, who knew...

perhaps one day God will forgive us for what we have done

perhaps Satan will allow us in his home after such a sin.

I now stare at my lover, each morning when he wakes

to pretend it was the morning before, before our mistake..

When he still held me in bed, and whispered in my ear

"I have an idea, my sweet, but it's something I do fear"

I should have said no, but it seemed too insane

to lose the man I love so much, all for a silly game

He said it was one night to play against the horses at the pub

little did I know it would be such a screw up.

We got away with it too, the slashing I mean,

The police believed my lover, that we weren't to be seen

that we were far away, staying with my mother

but with such hesitance I was afraid to discover

slash, slash, slash, a drip ran down her neck

she now lay beside a carpet that was covered in red.