'Till Death Do Us Part Poem by David Zvekic

New moon conceals lost child;
It’s not enough to bleed.
Murder invites next guest;
Last call for you and me.

Save your precious breath,
No wish granted; the well is dry.
Forgiveness has no worth,
Why confess to me?

Midnight was the time,
Anger brought happiness to life.
I've felt the years pass through tears.
Now look what you've done.

My hands, still tied, and I'm still dead,
But at least now you've joined me.
Far better to be alone,
Than to be alone with me.

For better or worse is a curse;
'Till Death Do Us Part.
Lets leave the answer unsaid;
No one cares when you're alive.

-Toronto, Canada 1996,2005