Game of Pretend

So many nights I have watched you sleep.
Did you ever feel my fingers linger over your face?
Over the conjures of your face my fingers did trace.
Memories...But we will have our own Memories to keep.
Quiet. Don't forget your son is in the next room asleep.

I am so happy. We finally have some quality time.
To share my life; my lonely life...with another.
Your boy is so beautiful. You are the perfect mother.
Don't worry, my love. I took care of him, read him a nursery rhyme.
It was great to spend time. It was so sublime.

I would make great father. Can you see it? Now we can become husband and wife.
We will be everything. We will be happy. We will be everything I never had.
How sad my life was, till I found you. Yes. I found you. And that isn't bad.
You will see. This will be great. You, my love, and I sharing everything in life.
I am a little nervous, I worry you won't accept me. Not wanting a strife.

But now I know we can pretend this together. Together forever?
But you cry...dry your eyes. Tell me why you fear?
I do this for you and mostly me. Isn't that perfectly clear?
May I tell you a story? You scream at me? Don't scream ever.
I am sorry but it's a waste. There's no reason to scream. No, reason whatsoever.

I would never. Ever scream, I don't want your son to wake.
Sure he is fine. Sleeping peacefully, beautifully in a timeless dream.
Eternally dreaming of balloons, cartoons, and eating ice cream.
Vanilla. That was a gift from a father to a son. But don't you mistake.
All of this is for you. And mostly for me. The End to Heartache.

This is how the story goes, so please don't cry and know he no longer hurts.
No longer feels torment or shame. I know your love. It's the same I feel for your son.
Just know he and I had fun. I explained to him why, why this has to be done.
We laughed and played. I dressed him in his favorite pants and shirt.
Read him his favorite book...shared a vanilla dessert.

I promise you. He felt no pain. For me, nothing to gain.
He closed his eyes, ready to sleep. I placed a pillow over his face.
Gave him a final embrace. Wiped a tear from my face. He is in a better place.
I'm not insane. I am sorry to say, So let me continue and allow me to explain.
This is the story of my wife and our little strife. So a new family, I feign.

But mothers care too much for the life of the young. Hopes of saving the kid.
That mistake, never again. Killing the kids my greatest sin, completely unsatisfying.
Use to make them watch, but too cruel to watch their mother dying.
Too much crying. It’s best to start with the kids. They have to be rid.
And now it's just us. And now we can continue. And do what they forbid.

You don't understand? Then please, allow me to tell you the rest.
What did you do wrong? Nothing. You have the look. You are right.
The beast has to be released. It has to have its feast. Sometimes, I overexcite.
But not tonight. I want to share this with you. It is for the best.
After all you are my new wife. Most don't get offered the rest.

The rest that's left inside of me. Which isn't much. She took everything.
My pride...my life...my boy...It was like my life ended. She took it all.
She lied to everyone. Told them I was unstable. abusive. Now I can't call.
It was my life she had on strings. She wore my ring.
I don't mean to get upset. I miss him. Remembering how he use to sing.

My son was everything. And she lied. I would have rather died. She destroyed me.
But that's over. I found the release I need. She's nothing to now.
My stupid fucking bitch ass wife is just crazy, a silly stupid cow.
Relax baby, you can't get away. It's just you and me. You can't flee.
Surely, you see. This is not my first treat. Not my last that I can guarantee.

But you are special. No other wife will hear this story. So please have some pride.
In your closet I use to hide. You sleep so sound. You were so easy to cage.
You are completely bound. Can barely make a sound. Prepare for my rage.
I can be a little Jekyll and Hyde, I can't deny. But it does have its upside.
The thrill. The kill. This whole new experience. It's one hell of a ride.

This is our story. You will be immortalized. A visionary light about our plight.
Your story will be told in full. Normally a poem with less detail. But this is exhilarating and great.
A twist of fate, a poem could not explain the pain and a soul full of hate.
And they will read, and see a story about you and me...and this night.
The story will be epic. So do what you must. Twist and fight if it feels right.

However, all stories must have an end so we must continue my little game.
I am going to kill you regardless of what you do. And I am going to tell you how.
I would do it now, but what would the fun be in that. You will die when I allow.
First, a punch in the face; to put you in your place. Marking that pretty face will be a shame.
But I am not that nice. Never made that claim.

After beating you for a while, I am going to position you ass up on the bed.
Fuck you till you bleed. Most definitely blow my seed.  Fun indeed.
Will spit in your face, and call you a whore then beat you again for HER misdeed.
Believe I will beat you, and I will scream her name. The walls will be red.
Then my fingers will find your throat. I will clinch them tight. My marks will embed.

And while I choke you to death, I will be looking into your eyes.
The whites will turn a beautiful shade of red as they fill with blood.
It's amazing to watch like water flowing in streets during a flood.
You are going to suffocate. It will be a most painful demise.
But before you go. I get to see your soul; a wonderful prize.