Savour the torture of hearing your voice
I saw you as perfect.
It wasnt my choice.

Youre molding my mood, like paper mache
Youve broken me down,
Youve brightned my day

Silently, its in my head.
Listen closely because after it is said,
I will try to forget

Now I savour the torture of seeing your joy,
These are the wounds of an unfulfilled wish
Bring on the Brooding Mood!
Bring them on, the reverberations of every negative emotion

Torture is defined by hearing you laugh
When I know Ive said nothing.
It must be jelousy, the sweetest of my poisons.
Unaware, youre staining my thoughts
So that blame can be nuaght but bitter.