Like a bee you will die after stinging me.
Left over from other reality are those seconds of waiting for insanity. Oh, how your love frothed at the seams for strangers on the street. Yet, you couldn’t lift a helping hand when my mother was having trouble breathing. Oh, how innate was your ability to make people believe. Yet, you wrested pleasure from making me scream. Oh, how stupendous was this facade of yours, truly. But you have measured me for short if you think I trust in this aspect anymore baby. You don’t have an idea of what’s coming at you. Like a storm I’ll devastate the very foundation of you. You think you’re on top of things? Know what’s going on? Think again, my darling. Here’s no love foregone.