Forensic fever

It's so hot
I quiver to the
Sound of her voice
Violence torments me
As I can't go that far
I need some convenience
I haven't yet
Lay to rest
The agony
And discomfort
Raging from my hands
To my forehead
Pleasing him for what he is
I surrender to Jesus
But it's no solution
Just pure apathy
And I find myself
Calmer and about
Restrained
In order to put
It all into place
I'm going to kill her
That's what my
Intention is
She robs me from
My soul
Turns my mind
Into a rat trap
And then laughs
And teases my
Artistic value
In music
And my talent
Is furious
With the composition
Of a black dog
Howling through the eves
Whilst this
Plundering is happening
Who else would be
In my shoes
I say "Nay"
I'm going to fight
And get me a silver
Chain
I always come second
Free!