Heal Me

You heal me with your hate
Your toxic tongue is balm to my earnest ears
And your prejudice is ice cream to my lean lancinated frame.

You heal me with hate
Your bile brews bromance in my sore spores
Your tantrums trigger my truth
Out of your heart sprout sins so sinister
Whetting flowers so fragrant flowing out of my mouth.

You heal me with your hate
Kill the hatred I have for a mate
Spill tendrils without being late
Your sour soul scours my slate.

Heal me with hate
I'll poison you with passion.