There are many standard methods that I’m sure you know about,
Like stabbing through her sternum and then ripping her heart out.
She’ll see the whole thing coming, as you raise that godly blade,
And know that in this moment, you can watch her life source fade.
Of course, there’s always poison, if you slip it in her tea.
She’ll sip it of an evening, before suspiciously
Wrinkling her nose in that way you know you’ll miss,
Then coughing, gagging, spluttering, as life drains from her kiss.
Or else, you could try bludgeoning, if that’s a risk you’ll take.
The artistry of violence is such a beautiful mistake.
The splintered shards of bones and skull, all painted with your pain,
For she deserves the fear that is encrusted in her veins.
Another road you could go down is pushing her downstairs.
It will seem like an accident, a crime too sweet to dare!
And as she’s lying broken, bruised and bleeding on that floor,
You’ll smile as she breathes her last; it makes you love her more.
But if you really want your woman utterly destroyed,
There is no finer method than this one sadistic ploy,
For you cannot truly kill a woman if her heart’s within repair,
So leave her without warning. Now you’ve proved you just don’t care.
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