murder one

Why’d I lose it like this?

My sorry ass on this bench of steel,

damned days, tough nights, alone, too real.

That flash, I feel no pulse, no breath

how could I, your man, have caused your death?

Eyes focused, cracked cee-ment skies above,

I ‘fess this sin to you, my love.

Still I ain’t quite sorry for this sin,

your cancer, baby, was doin’ us in.

Will these bars of steel always be so cold and real?

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