“I beseech thee!”
You beseech what?
“No, I implore!”
What are you imploring?

What are you asking,
What is it you tell?
The strange noise, your voice
Is putting me through hell

I don’t want to hear it anymore!
I don’t want to know what you “implore”!
Please take your wicked woes
And have them be no more

What a retched thing you are…
All you do is demand
I feel like an ocean
And you’re...