I think of you at night
when all I hear
is the pulse in my ear
I lie awake despite
those shots and beer
and all the pills right here
Once I put all this down
The words in the window
I'm going in to town
To make you a widow
I climb up your back steps
skip the top stair
on past the rocking chair
I use the light-less depths
no thought no care
in my cold heart a prayer
Now the deed has been done
and the prize I have won
a few days without sun
then the end life, undone