Her Diamond Ring.

He fantasized more about proposing,
each night she'd come home late.
When the doubted questions have been proved,
the blood that once flowed for her cried.
So what did he do?
He slowly danced his hands toward her mouth,
singing silently as he stole her within the night.
The knife marked it's territory on her chest,
it's only excuse was, "Oops!"
He carried her into his room,
her dead face looked terrified.
Kissing her lips as he tore off her arms,
then took his time removing the lips to keep them safe.
All that remained on her face was those eyes,
which he didn't remove so he can still get lost in them.
Then, he saw something,
as if it had been tossed aside and forgotten, 
he found her left hand.
With all five fingers looking like they're still reaching for help,
he only focused on one single finger,
the finger in which a diamond ring would look precious on.
When reaching for the ring he lovingly kissed the hollow boney hand,
while looking in her eyes from a distance.
"For my darling, as it's always been."
He held her hand and played with the sun in her diamond ring,
just as he would have normally before she began coming home late.


9/21/11
23:29