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…