This Ghastly Depression

In the dark of night When the moon is ripe And loneliness my companion Sad songs drifting sounding tripe Fuelling my ghastly depression There I sit watching misery Spider walking up the wall Whisky bottle brings memories Memory takes me to a dance hall There I met her tall and blonde A vision so divine Our eyes met was love's sight I had to make her mine Love blossomed, was like a dream Was all that I'd prayed for Together we would build our life All that I wanted and more Day came that we wed Our vows we did speak Man and wife we did become And love grew from week to week Word came I did not want My heart ripped from my chest A driver drunk, took her life And I had to put her to rest Darkness closed in all around Was nothing left to live for What I cherished, all was gone And life is but a whore In the dark of night When the moon is ripe And loneliness my companion Sad songs drifting sounding tripe Fuelling my ghastly depression