A Fate Worse Than Murder.

I found out just last night
My husband cheats on me
I think I want to kill him
And his little devotee

When I woke up this morning
I knew just what to do
It was the perfect murder
I planned it all out too

I gathered my utensils
My little murder set
The cyanide spiked coffee
The exploding cigarette

When he came down slowly
I sat him in his chair
Poured him a cup of coffee
And lit him up right there

I then ran to the bathroom
The explosion was sure to follow
Would he survive to see it?
Or die from just a swallow

I rolled over sleepily
And then began to weep
It seems I had done nothing
I had just been fast asleep

So this time I was certain
I was gonna do it right
I went downstairs to grab a knife
I would give him such a fright

I slipped up next to the bed
To thrust it in his heart
But just as I struck the blow
I woke up with a start

Now I became angry
Just when would this stop
I went and got my shotgun
It was sure to make him drop

I snuck up right behind him
And fired at his chest
He turned around and laughed at me
Told me to go and rest

Then once again I woke up
And I began to scream
Just tell me what I have to do
To stop this bloody dream

In final desperation
I went and got a rope
If strangling him doesn't work
I'm sure I have no hope

I wrapped it round his little neck
Im sure I pulled it tight
His head it spun and looked at me
It laughed and said goodnight

This time when I awoke
I knew I couldn't end his life
So I went into the kitchen
And grabbed a sharpened knife

I turned it on myself
And prayed I would awake
If the dream would find out
My own life I would take

I thrust the knife into my chest
And found that I could feel
The blood was flowing from the wound
This time the dream was real

The pain it was excruciating
All I could ask is why
My husband came and looked at me
said "Sorry you have to die"

He tossed some pills right next to me
He said "I'm sorry hun, your ill"
You're tripping on this little
Hallucinogenic pill

I put it in your coffee
He chuckled with a smirk
I'll tell the cops its cause
Your frustrated with your work

Then he kissed me on the forehead
And I began to cry
As he left to call the cops
He left me there to die

So now I'm dead you see
I wish you wouldn't mock it
I got the ending laugh you see
I had a recorder in my pocket

The police they searched my body
The evidence they found
The conversation I recorded
In the courtroom it was sound

He sees his mistress no more
and its pure revenge to find
Until the date he gets his death
He gets it from behind.