hate the woman
who sleeps in my bed
a foot away.
the boney wench i married.
i hate the way she lies
and betrays.
i despise her. who she is,
who she pretends to be.
she's sick and making
me sick.
she's drowning in her own
nightmarish life
and trying to take me down
with her.
i know the day is coming
soon, but i have to wait
just a little bit longer.
i'll know when the time
is right to get her out of
my house, my life.
soon, very soon.
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