Take or Save

What's the point of living,

If you cant take or save a life? 

I plead I have achieved these deeds,

both with and without my wife.

And what's the point of living,

If existence isn't rife? 

I saved my own by taking hers,

With crimson blurs, on a blood stained knife 

Over in an instant, of this I don't take heart,

that beautiful beast, 

that ungrateful tart, 

unpon her death we both did part.