Love You To Death

The rain pours down on the nape of my neck,
As I bend with the shovel, heavily imbrued.
Attempt to dig through the thick mud,
Try to remember why I did this to you.

I recall, somehow, through mist and fog
Your expression when the spade came down.
I whispered then, ‘I love you,’
As your blood spilled onto my gown.

How could I love someone so much
As to steal the life from their very hands?
We both know this is what’s best,
Take one last breath, it shall come to an end.

Just then I awoke, my body covered in sweat.
‘Twas all, thankfully, but a dream.
But would it be so bad to protect you from me
To such a significant extreme?