Anniversary

4 years of happiness gone down the toilet,
I don’t blame that bitch,
When you’re the one who spoiled it,
 
I lick my fingers and pour myself some wine,  
Paired with blood from your corpse,  
It tastes so divine.
 
I sigh with ecstasy as the red liquid hits my lips,
I smear it over my body,
And watch it fall down my hips.
 
I walk down to the basement  
To pay your lover a visit,
I tell her how much fun we had
And that I was sad that she’d missed it,
 
She screams in horror as I pluck out your eyes,  
To savor the taste of a cheater’s demise.
Tears fall down her face and I stifle a laugh,
I hack her hand off with a cleaver,
And slice her belly in half.
 
Now she’s bleeding out on the floor,
Looking at me perplexed,
 
You were my best friend hun,
You should’ve known you were next.