A good night

Convicted as I am of murder
and wandering around with no color
I shamefully hide behind my glasses
and take a sip of gin,
kwowing that this night wont last long
and that after all, the nearing bullets will win.

I sit there waiting for my heart to stop
and to wait for the bullits to make the holes
But my brain is finally inserving the pain
and then, I see her ,
Standing with the gun in her hands
there, in the pouring rain

that gift of god that hold her tight
Is no longer among the living
Because the moment she was cleaning
I took away her shitty life
Her face in agony
and her focus on my bloody knife

Yes I'm guilty because I took the last breath from my hideous wife. [br]

Now my vision becomes blur.
But I see her standing there
looking at me with that same face
This beautiful young girl,
We called her Grace.
But now she is looking so much more like the wife
That hideous woman
I killed with just one single knife

...and as I sit there not willing to fight
She comes closer
and whispers:

'good night'.