The Marriage

Call it a good marriage -

For no one ever questioned

Her warmth, his masculinity,

Their interlocking views;

Call it a good marriage:

They never fought in public,

They acted cordially and faced the world with pride

Though behind closed doors was another story

No one really knew how they lived

Both were suffering deeply; the agonizing lost of their child

A child who had not yet lived to see the dawn of day and died quietly in its sleep

The gut-wrenching sorrow like darkness shrouded around her heart squeezing in a vice like grip

The haunting banshee wail rising from its tip; the outpour of rage buried from within broken glass, shredded walls, torn up furniture, screams and shouts, blood flying, chaos and torture streamed out yet, on the outside they always made sure to construct the mask so that no cracks or chips may reveal the dark and tragic ghostly past

The eyes gleamed of happiness and mirth but stare too long a bystander might recognize the zombie in its place

A dead soul still trapped and forced to live on in life

a heart still beating even though dead inside

wanting to die yet living each day

is a fate worse off than death

Call it a good marriage; looking out from within

it's an entirely different story

a hell on earth though no one would ever know

of the tragic story of the two lovers whose lives were torn apart

They say something snapped within them one day

The dam just overloaded and burst

The wife found her husband hanging from a noose

A note left on the floor

The wife took her own life with Polonium and a knife

A few words added to the faded message for the world to know

No one even knew they were gone; they seemingly vanished from view until one brave soul dared to enter the home and was shocked at the macabre scene

The two dead decomposing skeletons hands intertwined each in an eternal embrace

The fine hand script on the worn out paper faded but still clear reminiscent of Edgar Poe's echoing haunting lament;

"Nevermore, Nevermore"