Love is the sting of salty tears
In a still gaping wound.
I know because memories still linger...
I buried everything else with you.

The taste of blood
On our tongues after the fight...
The reason why they didn't know
What this addiction was like.

How much would we get by with?
How often? For how long?
Shield up, prepare for the storm.
It came after every calm.

We passed the point of no return.
You got the whips and canes.
Started with pleasure, ended with pain.
Passion goes both ways.