(#42) Beast, Husband, Man

I will cloak my heart to have a woman
Like you, just you, I prepared the lines to say.
I will fix my eyes on you alone, staring
To make you feel secure, as part of the plan.
I will mint my breath to make my
Promises sweet, then a kiss.
I will seduce you until you say yes
To marry the black figure of me.

I have bought us a house, as planned.
Within lies a bed, white linen,
All laid out, ready. That way my ejaculate
Will blend into the sheets, no one can tell
It was me, but your blood is red. Scrub at the
Coagulated stains made after the first few nights if you
Should so wish to. It was your body's discharge after all,
It is your responsibility. But I will not say that to you,

It is for myself alone to know. That was part of the plan.
I will carry you home in my arms and whisper
Meaningless phrases that you will enjoy.
Welcome to our regal abode, love.
It is my lair, my abattoir. Our abattoir-
I bear my prized hunt on a piggy-back ride about the place
Before embracing, and she would not know just
How eager I desire pleasure from this naive victim.

When you lay yourself on the altar naked, I will
Bring the sacrificial weapon, it will take a part of you.
You sharpen the knife with your fingers, so innocently
It is a painful blade, it will draw blood and fluid, but you
Will act so pleased, because that was my plan
As I thrust the dagger repeatedly between your legs, you will
Scream, that is what I want to hear from you, as
The smell of iron from your bleeding canal fills the air.

I will sleep well, I have nothing to care about.
Adrenaline pumping through my veins drowns your
Silly voice, telling me how much you liked all of it. I am not
Interested to hear. You are only here to be
My night whore and day servant.
For the rest of our lives, till death do us part,
You will know me as Master, but you will
Call me your ridiculous sweet names.

All shall go as planned. From proposal lies
To everyday conversations. I have scripted them all.
My deception and desires run through my veins,
I am a hungry animal, we all are, but you will not know that.
Your father will be concerned about you but with my power,
He will send his unblemished lamb to slaughterhouse,
Have his daughter's body marred by fluids and hits alike.
Every one of your friends will see you walk down that aisle,
Jealous- They will not know that is the last of you they see.

Like fresh raw meat going down a factory belt,
Like a guiltless prisoner walking the rows to unfair trial,
You will walk to join my side and say "I do" so willingly.
The church bells will sound, the death knell it brings,
The exchange of rings, the passing of love's beauty-

This was all part of my plan, but you will not know that.
It is for myself alone to know.