The Tortured Husband

Freezing in the fire, melting in the cold,

Close to the wire, feeling not a bit bold,

Life was such a liar, didn't want to be old,

No time to be a crier, will increase the pan twofold,

No more going higher, only thoughts of 'goodbye Arnold'.

 

In his hands lay the knife, felt more like a stake,

That was gonna end his life, not some piece of cake,

No more thought of his wife, only of what was at stake,

Adulterous images were still rife, if only they were fake,

Best thing would've been to break the guy's neck.

 

Knife held high in the air, ready to enter on strike,

Ever heard of truth or dare?, he now felt what it was like,

His heart held no more care, it was shred by a spike,

Didn't even think of a prayer, only yes to death like nike,

 

A tear ran down the cheek, the pain came so searing,

Blood made more than a leak, the end was nearing,

Eyes closed like a camera flick, only sense left was that of hearing,

As soul left body in that nick, last sound felt like some jeering,

Arnold, you are such a d*ck!!Grow some balls and don't wear an earring!!

Only if your head wasn't that thick, but it's too late to be God-fearing...