My darling,
I have nicked you with swords,
Bound you with ropes,
Scored your flesh with my cuts,
Cried over bones that broke with a snap,
Thought a thousand times
To free you from my trap,
And yet,
No matter how many times
I open the door of your cage,
And by your hand lead you away,
You keep returning after me,
As if you don't know better,
As if you've forgotten
That I cut you
And you bleed,
I in my fury
Reduce you to dust,
And in penitence,
Gather your cold ashes
Like Phoenix you rise again
And thus,
The cycle keeps repeating...
©eos
