u/Reasonable_Client351

I say with three words ' I love you'"

The stranger of that night speaks

"Whom of you speak"

"Tis the woman is whom I say of"

A sense of dooming nostalgia of that day

I shall tell you today

Within myself I loved her so

With a burning passion even at my lows

Mary Eliza was her name

We married on the fourth of May

In the nice spring day

Months of no trouble

A bliss I'll gladly say

One day her belly swelled

For therefore the babe was not mine

I took the knife and stabbed her

On that day that followed

Mary Eliza was her name.

So Mr stranger I will chirp

I am so sorry to say I had killed her.

I find myself to my dorm

Her wound on her throat scarlet red

Where she wanted to be together and conceive a child.

I laugh a silly laugh

As I drop to the floor and the world fades black.

Looking for friends. Very socially awkward. Goth and half Russian. That's about it. I think.