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