It all began that day,
When they fought on a Thursday.
He beat her up and didn't care.
At the end stopped and sweared,
"I want you to go away,
Or else I'll kill you some day."
She stood there
stairing in dismay,
Her clothes all red with blood stains.
Their conversations turned down to few,
But day by day their tensions grew.
He beat her up until she was blue.
For things about which
She had no clue.
She was suggested to leave the place,
For this man was a disgrace.
In fury she'd reply,
"That man I cannot deny,
For those of you have as such to say.
I want you all to go away."
For all that the people had said,
She knew,
This crazy man was her husband.
Everything she did for him,
He had known nothing.
A week later the news had spread,
The lady was strangled in bed.
She saw him do it to her,
In dispare, she lost hopes and didn't care.
She thought of what the people said.
By then, she was dead.
