Was He Really Capable Of This ?

These feelings of hatred ponder his head,
as he lies here on his cold bed,
His temper every1 knows he can't control,
He has to much anger locked within his soul,

He takes a drive in his car,
He's drives away, long and far,
He gets out the car and slams the door,
Unties his pregnant wife slams her to the floor,

He kicks and beats her till she does bleed,
He remembers that pond he drove past and takes her there deep inside the reeds,
Dumps her there all alone,
He starts to cry,
As he watches her slowly die,

He wants to dial 911,
But he can't even look at what he's done,
He trys to act tough,
But he's had enough,

He speeds away home again,
In the pouring rain,
He walks a mile up a hill,
His feet hurt start to kill,

He takes his shotgun,
Remembers what he's done,
He is no more,
As his blood begins to pour