Silent,
still,
plants dying on a windowsill,
a broken glass on the floor,
and a few blood stains,
a woman crying in the corner,
sobbing her heart out,
sobbing her heart out,
and screaming,
and screaming in pain,
yes,
mental abuse,
mental abuse last night again,
but not after today,
the woman cries and sobs,
and screams in terrible pain,
terrible pain,
and she wails like a banshee,
never again to be the same,
never again to be the same,
her lover lying dead on the floor amongst the broken glass,
with a gunshot to the head,
killed in self-defence,
with only himself to blame,
with only himself to blame,
mental abuse last night,
but no more again,
dead, dead, dead she cries,
as floods of tears fall from her eyes,
not of remorse but relief,
relief,
and she mutters,
dead, dead, dead,
oh, the pain, the pain, the pain inside!!!!
