Go back to times of laughter
When sadness did not rule
How all before or after
Seemed destined to be cruel
Swollen bruised face quivering
Lace wet with champagne splatter
Halls of roses galore
Would the heart did once matter
Blood drips on kitchen floor
Eyes sealed by coagulated pus
Rounds of standing ovation
A bouquet to the crowd
Ulcers and aggravation
From a brute shrieking loud
The drunkard regurgitates
Newly wed limousine ride
Pelted with rice and byes
Each day may you abide
Suffocating she dies
In death did they part.
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