Mistake

As blood drips down I stare at myself with a frown Her body flashy red Stabbed her dead Dropped my knife Started to caress my wife Gruesome love As I removed my infected glove Flowed in my mind were memories How the joy to bury her in the cemeteries’ graves I chopped her many and waves Of worship appeared I knew I feared This, I loved too much I remember the first touch My hands on her hips Licked mine and on her lips As my hand gentle rows to the end of her back I managed to take a snack My hands reaching her round behind Combined of the kissing of her chest Licking between the two breast I become more attracted And more distracted Pushed her on the bed Instead my jumping ahead I gave time So then she can be mine In the mid-dust, forever Me and her together As I stormed with the ring I became the king And she is my queen The glorious scene In a dull and faded With me is hatred I had to say In a mysterious way I have done a mistake That no one can break I picked the knife stabbed myself and returned To my lover that I burned…