I told my friends (who she’ll
Not meet) that once I
Killed two men, friends I need
To keep with words, they are my 
DMZ; a Buffer Zone to delay the dominoes;
The cause of all my agonies.

Goodnight love, tomorrow love I know
For sure will implement
Its strategy to subjugate me.
Bethany is small, too quiet to interject,
Too pitiful to make me do what I cannot
Yet lean and hungry she is still.