The Way You Deserve, Part II

Don’t call it a lovebomb,
You just don’t understand true passion.
Don’t call it neglect,
It’s not my fault you don’t pride yourself
Over me.
Over me?

You are an hourglass rattling away,
Your purpose coming to an end.
You are heavy, and I won’t lift you.
Not once, ever.
I am the transparent wave of pure bliss,
Everyone welcomes me and gets it,
Why don’t you get it?

I am passion personified.
I want nothing but fangs and snarls,
Hedonistic sighs and hatred wounds.
Cancelled spurts of whimpered puppy love,
Telephone wires carrying baby breath,
Kill them all.

This will hurt because I want it to.
Now, baby please, tell me how much I hurt you.
You won’t get what you deserve.