Macabre

Drip, Drip, Drip.

My dearest, my darling, my own,
Do you hear that monotonous tone?

Drip, Drip, Drip,

My lovely, my precious, my dime,
Will you end this pretentious mime?

Drip, Drip, Drip,

My summer, my winter, my rain,
Your eyes are filled with pain.

Drip, Drip, Drip,

My princess, my angel, my dove,
Your hand still bears the white glove.

Drip, Drip, Drip,

My petunia, my iris, my rose,
That noise; it is yet to close.

Drip, Drip, Drip,

My everything, my eternity, my love,
Forgive me,
For I write this in your blood.

Drip…Drip…Drip.
♠ ♠ ♠
The idea of a guy killing his wife just after the wedding is mine. My sister worked out the pattern, and helped more than I'm willing to admit. Comments?