Not often it was that she spoke not lies,
Enduring it all with no more than sighs,
Vexed and hurt by all the rumours she cries,
Ending all ties and saying his goodbyes,
Resigning from Life, he readily dies.
Asunder, his heart, was left wanting her,
Gruelling trials was he obliged to suffer,
Alas, unwavering she would usher
In doleful Woe that caused him to utter,
“Never Again Will I Love Another”.
Weeks upon weeks he did lie in remorse,
In his mind he tried to unveil the source,
Lying in bed he realized, in due course,
Life all surely dies, no matter the force.
In a flurry of emotions he stands,
Life was no longer something he’d endure,
Only Death would free him of the unsure,
Vague details that Life does well to obscure,
Everything disease and Death is the cure.
And thus he put a bullet through his head,
No longer would his tears need to be shed,
Or fret about the things that she had said,
The worry and sorrow that it had bred,
He could forget the lies that she had spread,
Eternal sleep was all that was ahead,
Resting in their bed was where he lay dead.
