Ghost
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This is just a poem, not an actual event...It's meant to be disturbing
To wake up in the morning to that beautiful smile was once amazing...
Your blonde curls just hanging loose from your messy bun...It was cute, real cute.
But I have you now, you're mines completely. I own you.
I own you like I own this DVD player, this car...this house
I respect that you would do anything for me
I controle you, absolutely, and you choose to adore me.
Sometimes I dont mean it, sometimes I do
But I hate to see your eye all black and blue
I love you, I do. You've been around for quite some time
And even though I beat you, you are completely mine
It makes me love you more, all the more, so that I'll never let you go
No matter who I have on the side, you'll be mines to controle
our kids are growing up, it's such a sight to see
I'm so very glad to be a part of a family
Oh, you're so incredible...my woman, my possession
No one could ever fathom the means of this obsession
I take it to your grave: the flowers, the candy...the whole package
I read your journal yesterday, and learned your opinions on our marriage
I must admit, I was a little enraged to know you thought yourself to be my slave...
To know your love died before I even killed you...
Your mother sent it to me, it felt good to get some mail.
I'm still awaiting trial, I didn't make my bail
Oh, God, how did I fail?
I didn't want you gone, but I just couldn't see you go
And when I saw you packing...well, I just dont know...
I had to do something, I mean, when we first met, I told you I kkep my word
And before I knew it, I shot you dead before you reached the door
I wanted to say I was sorry, so sorry for the things I did
But this time it was different, you wouldn't live to forgive
My woman, my possession, whatever love I felt was only for you
And as sick as I am, I swear that this is true
Well at least I have your words in this journal that she sent me.
Your mother left a note saying it was only one out of twenty
I had no idea you wrote so much, they even read some entries in court
It had some good times with the kids and many things of that sort
But what hurt me the most was not your mothers cries and wails
It was the entry written before your death, and all of its details
It was like looking in the mirror, my reflection was so scary...did I? Could I?
Could I have really done all of that?
I appeared to be such a monster, I wished time could turn itself back
Now Im sitting in the courtroom looking at this lawyer, asking me all these questions.
Her eyes, they burned right through me as she searched for my confession
For the first time since my adolesence, I felt fear, smelled fear. so keenly I could taste it...
For in that very moment, I felt less than a man being violated by this woman
She got on my damned nerves
As she devoured me with her words...
"You murdered your wife!" Her voice boomed throughout the courtroom.
"Objection, Your Honor, she's badgering the witness!" My Lawyer swooned
But the judge was not easily fooled...
His hammer slammed down as he yelled, "Overruled!"
They read another entry from your journal, and again, I visited your grave...in my mind, with the flowers, the candy...The whole package-
And then your face appeared before me, as beautiful as ever...
I almost didnt recognize you without any bruises...
I stopped tapping my finger on the Holy Bilble, for what? It was useless.
I still couldn't believe that I was the monster to do this...
But I did, I know I did...I just lied to myself and hoped I could forget it
But then it dawned on me as I rose from my seat
I know I took, I stole, I am a miser, a thief...I took your life. I took your precious life
So I heard my own voice cry, " I murdered my wife!"
Then came the shackles, then the hand cuffs...
I dont care, I have had enough
Im just another empty soul who had it a little rough
Looking into your mothers eyes, it just felt so strange
I saw her whole expression change...I guess she loved you more than me.
No. I dont think so, it takes a man to see
That no one else would ever do what I did for you...for love...for us
It takes a man to do that. To take charge, to take controle
Yup, it takes a man, a man without a soul
Im sorry baby, but my father beat the soul out of me long ago
And this is the only love that I will ever know
Well, you got what you wanted world, there you have it, my confession
I have destroyed my all, my dearest woman who I treated like a possession.
The End
This is sad...Every day things like this happen. We should love and cherish our woman and our children. Dont beat the joy out of a child...
To wake up in the morning to that beautiful smile was once amazing...
Your blonde curls just hanging loose from your messy bun...It was cute, real cute.
But I have you now, you're mines completely. I own you.
I own you like I own this DVD player, this car...this house
I respect that you would do anything for me
I controle you, absolutely, and you choose to adore me.
Sometimes I dont mean it, sometimes I do
But I hate to see your eye all black and blue
I love you, I do. You've been around for quite some time
And even though I beat you, you are completely mine
It makes me love you more, all the more, so that I'll never let you go
No matter who I have on the side, you'll be mines to controle
our kids are growing up, it's such a sight to see
I'm so very glad to be a part of a family
Oh, you're so incredible...my woman, my possession
No one could ever fathom the means of this obsession
I take it to your grave: the flowers, the candy...the whole package
I read your journal yesterday, and learned your opinions on our marriage
I must admit, I was a little enraged to know you thought yourself to be my slave...
To know your love died before I even killed you...
Your mother sent it to me, it felt good to get some mail.
I'm still awaiting trial, I didn't make my bail
Oh, God, how did I fail?
I didn't want you gone, but I just couldn't see you go
And when I saw you packing...well, I just dont know...
I had to do something, I mean, when we first met, I told you I kkep my word
And before I knew it, I shot you dead before you reached the door
I wanted to say I was sorry, so sorry for the things I did
But this time it was different, you wouldn't live to forgive
My woman, my possession, whatever love I felt was only for you
And as sick as I am, I swear that this is true
Well at least I have your words in this journal that she sent me.
Your mother left a note saying it was only one out of twenty
I had no idea you wrote so much, they even read some entries in court
It had some good times with the kids and many things of that sort
But what hurt me the most was not your mothers cries and wails
It was the entry written before your death, and all of its details
It was like looking in the mirror, my reflection was so scary...did I? Could I?
Could I have really done all of that?
I appeared to be such a monster, I wished time could turn itself back
Now Im sitting in the courtroom looking at this lawyer, asking me all these questions.
Her eyes, they burned right through me as she searched for my confession
For the first time since my adolesence, I felt fear, smelled fear. so keenly I could taste it...
For in that very moment, I felt less than a man being violated by this woman
She got on my damned nerves
As she devoured me with her words...
"You murdered your wife!" Her voice boomed throughout the courtroom.
"Objection, Your Honor, she's badgering the witness!" My Lawyer swooned
But the judge was not easily fooled...
His hammer slammed down as he yelled, "Overruled!"
They read another entry from your journal, and again, I visited your grave...in my mind, with the flowers, the candy...The whole package-
And then your face appeared before me, as beautiful as ever...
I almost didnt recognize you without any bruises...
I stopped tapping my finger on the Holy Bilble, for what? It was useless.
I still couldn't believe that I was the monster to do this...
But I did, I know I did...I just lied to myself and hoped I could forget it
But then it dawned on me as I rose from my seat
I know I took, I stole, I am a miser, a thief...I took your life. I took your precious life
So I heard my own voice cry, " I murdered my wife!"
Then came the shackles, then the hand cuffs...
I dont care, I have had enough
Im just another empty soul who had it a little rough
Looking into your mothers eyes, it just felt so strange
I saw her whole expression change...I guess she loved you more than me.
No. I dont think so, it takes a man to see
That no one else would ever do what I did for you...for love...for us
It takes a man to do that. To take charge, to take controle
Yup, it takes a man, a man without a soul
Im sorry baby, but my father beat the soul out of me long ago
And this is the only love that I will ever know
Well, you got what you wanted world, there you have it, my confession
I have destroyed my all, my dearest woman who I treated like a possession.
The End
This is sad...Every day things like this happen. We should love and cherish our woman and our children. Dont beat the joy out of a child...
