End of a song

They had to work together…so they had to learn to get along,
And create a life together when to each other they clearly did not belong.

Fake laughs and lies punctuated their every-day song,
Yet on their conjugal path they remained strong.
Their falsities were soon going to prolong,
For in her womb lived a new verse of their battle song.

A child needs both its parents, they thought,

And in their lives love it might escort.
Oddly optimistic, a child into this world they brought,
Unaware of the possibilities with which the move was fraught.
Thereby a loveless potion was concoct,
Whatever happiness arrived, it was extremely short.

The child grew up and all he knew was discord,
For he was brought up in a house where tongues were swords.
He was quick of wit, but laughter he would not afford,
Melancholy was his nature and loneliness his award.
He would not allow love to strike a chord,
And his was a song of opportunities left unexplored.

One night he woke up to voices raised,
Tired, he tried to sleep but then woke up crazed.
Knife in hand, his eyes blazed,
He cut their throats, totally unfazed.
He slit his wrists, and then with hands raised,
Said: “Here ends our song; Lord be praised!”