You love to tease me,
Don’t you?
I can hear your faint whisper
Oscillating through my soul.
Echoing,
As if I were hollow.
You do this all too much.
Planting ideas,
Thoughts of treason.
Treacherous.
Baby,
What’s your reason?
I’ve put up with it way too long.
Your voice,
Fingernails on a chalkboard,
Steel versus concrete.
A distorted dog whistle,
Trumpeted
To a pack of hounds.
Is this what you really want?
I feel obligated to make you happy.
I promised to make you smile.
A man of my word…
Baby…
I hope your proud…
-Bang-