Abuser's Facade.

( Bit emotive if you're sensitive, probably not for the faint hearted... )

You've got your beer by the bedside,
And the blood's all up the walls.
Sound-proofed every single surface
So no one can hear their calls.

You've sharpened every kitchen knife,
And prepped the bed for good,
Ready for the 'duty' spiel,
'Be all a good wife should'.

You've got the bullets loaded inwards,
And your gun is easy-grip,
Imagine popping out a load,
Whilst your hand is on my hip?

You've used cologne to shield the smell,
But blood is never far,
Looking in you're all that's right,
But I know who you are.