I had a gut feel
I had enough to heal
Did I shot the albatross?
I was taught in grade ten
But I sent my beloved
My only person straight heaven
Aunt Jane entered the room
For she was about to clean
She saw us both lying on
The floor,encore
She called 9-1-1
She had no plan to abandon
For she was a fair maid
Way fair at the heart
Like the poor bull,who choses
To be still with the cart
The police came,the doctors too
But we both,lying,
unaware who's who
That night ,that fucking Thursday
I woke up in rehabilitation
Of a possible assassination
Haunting my heart
Controlling my fart
Of fear ,anxiety and depression
Full of exclamation and interrogation
I wondered to wander to wound her
For she was in pain,I attempted
To kill her,the pregnant wife
My beloved,my honey,my life
Who was still alive
A doctor tried to revive
Not her,but me
Cause my life resided in her
No matter,my insecurity
I pity my brutality
When I heard she is no more
I left the ward,holding my abdomen
With a hand on my wound
And I will tell what happened
A story so profound
~vaibhv
