I beat her and my children
From which I derived pleasure
Even though I I regret it now
I enjoyed it , the moment , I'm sure.

The Cocktail I had ,gave me the
thrills of hunting a game
but the champagne instead gave an
experience, which can never be the same.

I danced , I sang , I barfed
by selling our peace for a moment
But only at the morning did I realize
there was more in the house, ready to torment.

In a corner of the living room was she
lying down like she was drank too
but here not the wine was red, but the blood
I killed her , how did I do it, this can't be true.

Near slept my two wards, with swollen eyes
both her hands were  in one of theirs
but here am I, who can't even place my
last blissful kiss in her forehead.