[bloody kisses]: 558.Schizophrenic Shroud.So You Tought

So you thought you could rid yourself,
Of my being, for my wealth.
Though I was quite plainly your wife,
You thought killing me would be wise.

So you thought you could get my money,
As easly as you got rid of me.
But must I tell you, for it seems so apparent,
That my money shall not fall into your hands.

So I thought you were sweet,
And even caring but here we meet.
Your eyes filled with greed,
Mine with rage and need.

So now I know that not will you,
Take breath passed this final vow.
But rather shall you rot in Hell,
With me to blame for how.

[5/20/07]