cut to the loving pieces

I have an obsession with my knives. I feel entitled to use a a few on my wife. Clean her bathe her wash away the dirtiest secrets that one can derive deprive the life she will not survive we dance macabre in the dark thickness of fog all through the night moon shines brightly as the murder sprees frees my horrendous stride so tightly irrehprehensable assured and repeated invitingly Oh please don't you dare attempt to flee it will trigger me forcefully catch you smash in your knees Together with my blade your soon cut in threes body parts hung in the trees. showing each part taken off as I tease Nope no begging please tongue and jaw taken make me a mask from these oh what's that mental diseased maybe might be you at least can count on me living my best life after I get rid of thee. No longer a nuisance and your end long since do something drastic maybe but quite needed as well taking everything away from you Not pretending anymore about how I now feel cut off your head sent it to your kid for the final reveal that's the deal nothing more nothing less time and time again my plan to end your useless life repeated in my brain over,over,over again