Ending Most Dreaded.

The color's gone from your face,
found dripping from your throat.
How could I do this?
Why could I do this?
I try and cease the crimson flow.

Your eyes, they do look pitiful.
And you cry, for you can't scream...
As I have ripped out your voicebox,
while you were lost in dreams.

Indeed, I watched you love another.
But you weren't mine to keep...
The jealousy, she took me over!
She made me havoc, wreak.

Now, I'm left a mess,
you're neck I've slit and shredded.
For my envy, your heart is stopped.
The ending I most dreaded.