"1984"
the date May 18, 1984, thats the day my life turned poor
everything once so bright, but now the lights are no more
my heart and soul took away so quick, in just one night
my wife, who always gave her all, was thanked with her life
her compassion was rife, kind heart, she wouldnt hurt a soul
but death came and she lost her own,now her memory is a mear hole
murdered with no remorse, 10 shots, more than what it took for her death
so whe layed there,pop after pop, on the wake of her last breath
mumbled her dying words, "i love you, and i always stayed true"
rumors of infidelity,and lust had twice ventured through
dismissed, but the thought still wondered around in my head
now regretfull that i had once wished her to be dead
now,muderous feelings inside me towards the feind that hurt her
revenge through gods hands, comes soon from the sin of murder
but that takes to long, i want him to quickly hear his fat girls song
cuz when she sings its all over, and all i want is for him to be gone
emotions showing, weeping from night to day
why? why? did this have to become such a dreadful may
crys of woe trapped in my distorted mind,once so kind
but now good and bad memories, erratically intertwined
oh so confused, cant determine fake and reality
everything seems like lies, bent to go away from normality
"could this be a dream?" i ask myself, from the truth i blind myself
"she's just at work.", glancing at her picture on the shelf
suicide seems like the only reasionable thing to do
my heart never to be mended, that i already knew
my life feels so blue, this is not the me i once veiwed,i changed
when my wife was took out of my life,filled with strife, i became deranged
now i feel estranged, and unwanted, my life seems like its already over
my body must meet my soul, loaded gun to my mind, because its in rover
ending my life with one quick pull,ending the suffering,all the pain
my life filled with troubles,nothing to gain,shoot then i just relax
i tryed to refrain my crazy thoughts but ther to hard to contain
did this all on impulse,my mind on one course not thinking of the impact
all the people left behind, i dont care im reacquainted with my love
spend the rest of 1984 and are lifes together,and thats what im thinking of.
the man that murdered the women was never found,
the man and wife were burried side by side,
in the First Presbyterian Church in Knoxville TN,
to stay with each other forever,
R.I.P.
Judy & Ken Bourmer