Kate, Who I'll See in Hell

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
An ironic story of two killer lovers. (pun intended)

Submitted: July 14, 2010

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Your eyes pierce me,
full of raging hate

my eyes don’t see what’s inside
my darling Kate


your outer show
is there to fool me
you hateful crow
you ugly banshee

i am unaware
of your gruesome plans
of the true despair
to be brought about by your two hands

was it all that long ago
since we both said “i do?”
but now your heart’s as cold as snow
the warm red replaced by chilled blue


but, still i do not know
what is in store
when i get home
just through the door

the knife enters my heart
where i thought there was love
and my Kate tears me apart
now a vulture, not a dove

the crimson blood seeps from my shirt
the sweet life force flows away
Kate’s once sweet image, now covered in dirt
and dirt is where i will soon lay

lights go dim and are replaced
by an angels sad sweet melody
and it is you, my sweet old Kate
that thought life better without me

you clean my mess with no remorse
you drag me, bleeding, outside
now Death will take me on his dark horse
to a heavenly abide

being the smart girl i loved
you had already dug a grave
you drop me in from above
a goodbye without a wave

my body is covered in soil
now only loved by worms
but, Kate, what of that scent of oil?
the smell of gas that burns?

you run inside to look
unaware of the irony to come
apparently you’re not the only crook
and if only i had not been so dumb

according to plan the
lights go dark
and because of your man
they go back on with a spark

I turn over in my grave with a smile
as a good flame ignites
though it did take a while
all wrongs are now ugly rights

lovely wife, it was just bad fate
that we both die the same night
it was karma, it seems, that set us both straight
it was luck, it seems, that set us both right.

although i had thought, believed with every cell
that death would do us part
i guess I'll see you in Hell
where misery is an art.


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