Kaboom

Obsessed with your laughter.
It makes my blood rush and boil.
Obsessed with my pain.
Oh, how it makes you laugh and scowl as I fight back,
Like a spitting fire cracker.
Obsessed with trying to break me.
Let me tell you a little something,
Darling,
You can't break the broken.
But hell,
It sure is fun to play with the pieces.
It's interesting to see what kind of image you get,
When you rearrange the peices,
Twisting it to your will.
Now, let me tell you something.
You can't twist, and tear meuntil I bleed to get your way.
All you have to do is ask nicely.
We'll just see if I listen.
Hush hush.
I'm a ticking time bomb.
Watch me tick with anticipation,
Anticipation for the kill, baby.
I'm going to blow.
Not just once. Not even twice.
But many times!
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Kaboom.