The way you look at me;
the way I see you,
there's nothing we could be,
together as two.
I've wept seas and quelled earthquakes for the sake of happiness.
I've been in the symphony of destruction;
and hummed the harmony of retribution,
and lived the costly life of seclusion.
Yet; all you've done, is sit and watch.
As you throw down a fifth of scotch.
I hope that bitter burn will make your stomach churn
and writhe to twist and turn,
you inside out.