A broken man who people never crossed
Once raised a son and kept a troubled wife
He bore a temper that was often lost
That cost him more than scarred domestic strife
Domestic strife
The day was reaching towards a winding close
The man and wife were in the house alone
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone
Hе grabbed and pulled and wound her wеathered hair
She clawed the hands in which her life was clenched
As rattled breath cut through the stifled air
With ease he tied the auburn noose and wrenched
Her skin turned blue and nose began to bleed
Her eyes as red as rubies in the light
Her mouth agape with foam the final plead
The man let go and stared at her in spite
His hands once strong now trembled at the wrist
As anger fled and truth came into view
When sadness, guilt and steel entwine they twist
Themselves along his throat and perish too
A door unlocked and home returned the son
To see his parents swallowed by decay
Fuck
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay
The putrid mess of what the man had done
Infects the air of where the bodies lay
Embittered by death of all he had
The day was reaching towards a winding close
The man and wife were in the house alone;
When blinding waves of hatred in him rose
And breath inside her lungs descent to stone