You make me sick
With your insane notions of
Binding me up and stuffing me in the trunk
Of some madman's car,
Just because you refuse to listen
To my half truths,
You have to act out vilely.
If only you knew that the heat you present
To people, makes them
Sway with nausea
I'm pretty sure you'd bound yourself
In duct tape
And hide your soul away in
My Pandora's box of death.