A man layed down his figurative head
And rested well on his figurative bed
The figurative woman
Took her knife and stabbed him viciously
Figuratively, of course
The figurative blood stopped in his veins
And his eyes won't ever open again
The figurative night gave way
To figurative day
And by and by
In the figurative sky
The world was essentially
The same
The moral of the figurative story is that;
Life is short
and
Murder is deadly.