The Roses Withered 2

Вот такая жуткая история, душевно и нараспев рассказанная сладким голосом: [Verse 1] She came home with roses in her hand The key turned slowly in the lock A melody she'd known since they began Now shattered on the clock Through the bedroom door, ajar and dim She saw the tangled sheets, the sin Her young husband's eyes, they met her gaze A wicked smile played on his face [Verse 2] "Come join us, love," he whispered low "She'll teach you things you'll want to know I promise you will like it too The things that lovers often do" The other woman smiled and stretched A cat who'd caught her prey at last She felt her soul begin to break But walked into the cage [Chorus] So down, down to the very floor She drank the humiliation, bitter and raw Each touch a thorn, each kiss a knife She died a thousand deaths that night But kept her silence, kept her breath And followed every step to death [Verse 3] When morning light began to creep The lover dressed and slipped away He turned to her with hungry eyes "Again, my love — now she is gone" He reached for her with greedy hands Expecting her to melt like wax But something cold had settled in A winter where there once had been [Bridge] The knife was on the kitchen board She'd used it just the night before To cut the bread they'd shared together Now it found another purpose One strike — she aimed it at his heart His eyes went wide, his hands fell apart He tried to speak, but only blood Came flowing like a crimson flood [Verse 4] He slumped across the ruined sheets The same where she had endured defeat His face still held that puzzled look As life poured out like words from a book And then — the silence filled the room She dropped the knife, she swept the broom But nothing could erase the stain Of love transformed to murder's name [Outro] And oh — the saudade came to stay A hollow ache that would not fade She'd wanted justice, wanted peace But found only grief that would never cease So dark, so endless was the night She'd killed her love to end her fright But now she walked alone, alone With nothing left to call her own The velvet midnight holds her still A prisoner of her own free will She'd passed through hell and found... Only deeper hell to dwell