16 March 2013
( 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.
Abuser's Facade. • Opuss № I