Secrets

I wish I felt guilt
For the plan that I've built,
For the feelings I've felt,
The secret, shocked, aggressive, head tilt,
The aching heart wilt,
My voice with the fake lilt,
Pretending to be happy with seeing you,
But in actuality, this is true,
Wanting severely to get to you
And to brutally end you.
No more shall they see you,
First her, on the queue,
Then you'll be dead too,
And when the crime scene they view,
When the crime they review,
They'll see the same MO,
And they will know,
The chances of two killers is very narrow.
I'll go down in history
Anonymously,
And never have to see your face,
Guilt will be without a trace,
You'll be put in your place,
I'll wear a facade,
Like I do now, no need for them to prod,
They won't be asking,
Because I won't show, say, or do anything
That would reveal the truth,
Even believable to a trained sleuth....
...And on my deathbed, I will reveal the truth.