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Watery ashes that run like silver
Coming through the cracks in the aging tile
These are the memories I chose to remember
Candle wax dripping into a miserable smile

Broken glass peppered on snowy floors
Where hell froze over in vacant hours
Sharp winds blow in a frothing roar
Scorching a table littered with dead flowers

Footsteps shuffle on plague-ridden wood
Fingerprints singed into piles of rubble
The foundation growls where you once stood
With blood on your face in a blinding black tunnel

The draperies torn a brilliant bright red
Splashed with inequity, sorrow, and sin
This is the crypt of the breathing dead
This is Armageddon and bottles of gin

This is yellow hair and cornflower eyes
This is glowing smiles and laughter that lingers
This is bloody sheets and sharp rusted knives
This is where happiness slips through your fingers

A dark torrid day and a tortured black night
These are the words I will write in farewell
An old knotted rope and a razor shaped light
And to the man who killed my wife:
I’ll see you in hell.