14 April 2012
Not that it's cold,
Just to let you know it's getting old.
The running around,
The maybes and your fainting sound.
I'm not one who minds to wait,
But you know you're always late.
Make next time special,
You know you'll have to do something colossal.
Before your drama gets the better of us,
And I'll be a heartless callous.
Murderous Threat • Opuss № I