I ask of you, are you worth it?
The pain and lack of care,
the continual tear of my hearts
many scars,
the trapping of me once more
behind the bars
of my blindness of feeling.

The blows you deal me send me
reeling,
and yet I still find myself
kneeling
at your sacrificial altar,
once more offering my all,
mind, body
soul.
Knowing you will only take
the second,
that once more you will forsake
my mind and soul.
Congratulations on your ****.