His
I can smell the putrid stench of my hell
The aroma of sex I know it well
She will pay in tears she will live in fear
Retribution is near this picture now clear
How dare she do this in our own home
When work is the only reason I left her alone
Cheating on me well she must be crazy
This bitch must pay and I do mean dearly
Hers
How dare he accuse me of such a thing
When such a vile song I dare not sing
He is the one for me, my life my all
Always there for him whenever he should call
He left in a rage, slamming the door
The words he uttered, reached my core
If I did something I would surely confess
His new job must be giving a lot of stress
Ours
Whore, slut, cunt and bitch
Never did he call her this
Leaving before he snapped
Leaving before she got slapped
The right thing to do, he needed to cool down
But his hunch is true, a man did come around
He suspects his wife and her long lost ex
Didn’t cross his mind that his daughter is having sex
A Week Passes
His
She still doesn’t want to admit it
But the games I’m playing should make her forfeit
A knife to her throat, a gun to her head
Whispers when she is eating “I want you dead”
Pillow over her head to wake her up
Screaming at her: admit that you FUCKED
Since that day I smelled again twice to be precise
If she doesn’t fold I have to stop being nice
Hers
I must convince him that I am truthful
Seeing him in this much pain is just painful
He puts me through torture to equal his
I’m scared to death but will work through this
Bruises of gunpoint cuts of his knife
Voluntary insomnia, I hate my life
Crying when he’s at work, shaking when he calls
To see if I’m alone he doesn’t trust me at all
Ours
A steady boyfriend, but worried her parents won’t approve
In secret, she does her thing, lusting for her boy’s every move
Imagination mixed with reality, a tale of pain and jealousy
Slowly but surely destroying the lives of this family
His mind slowly breaking down, her mind slowly crumbling
Hatred now a sound, and “love is gone” the words it’s mumbling
Every day that passes the wife refuses to lie
Which is the right thing to do even if it means she must die
A month passes
His
They will come to get me, they will deem me crazy
Not my fault she the enemy
Going behind my back to sneak a peek at a dick not my own
Are her morals so weak she can’t speak of divorce are we not grown
Left me no choice, but to leave her without a voice
This sensation is exciting the air feels moist
The knife slipped and her throat got ripped
Now my shirt is red as if in blood dipped
Hers
Since she is dead I will speak in her stead
I said I will pump her full of lead put the gun to her head
And screamed ADMIT you bitch ADMIT
She begged and pleaded for me to quit
So I did and brought forth my stainless steel
Put it to her neck and whispered here is the deal
I’m tired of this game, give me his name your choices are none
If you refuse then your life is done
Ours
He worked at a nuclear plant, where safety wasn’t an issue
Meaning it was lacking and repairs were due
His mind got warped and twisted from the radiation
Adding to the fuel of a dormant murders imagination
The results can now be seen, as the daughter can’t believe this isn’t a dream
But no one has the courage to tell her that she is to blame
What is the difference the result will still be the same
Communication is the key, regardless of what the reaction may be
