Persistence

I blink my eye thou right corner
to see movement from thy upper dormer.
Something sly which moves to sway,
wanting me to come to thee and play.
Could it be thy wife of former?

Can thou still cause pain and misery?
Can thou still suck life from thee?

I hear the footsteps upon thy floor
from thou very spot your blood hath pour.
Will you not leave me be?
Can thou still cause misery,
From thy body thus ripped and tore?

Thou breath lands upon my neck,
upon this very marbled deck.
But your breath was thus taken,
and my guilt is not forsaken,
for this I keep constant check.

Now, thou touch to shiver my bone!
Will thee ever leave me alone?
Can thou still cause pain and misery?
Can thou, still, still cause misery?
I break, I cry, I fall and thus moan.

Yes, yes, I stole thou life,
in pieces from my sharpest knife.
Thy clothes soaked within the red,
and boiled for hours thy lovely head,
to release me of my hatred strife.

Now, the same knife I used upon thee,
will thus be the same to travel me.
A deepen thrust is one I must,
to relieve me of thy hatred lust,
to the only answer there can be.