Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 He Asked For It

"Troublingest" woman he called me,

But then begged me to come back home.

Away from him I had to be,

As far away as I could roam.

But I knew he was not the kind

To forever leave me alone.

So that's why I made up my mind

To rid me of him on my own.

A glass of water he asked for,

Instead I filled up a canteen,

Then all over him I did pour

And then lit up the gasoline.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

He's on his way to hell I trust.