My Love fills your lungs,
like a crashing wave
swallowing the air from your life.
I'm the rocks around your legs,
betraying the lies:
dragging the truth with each step.
I'm the shadow in your darkness,
lurking with our pain.
My Loving your Tormentress.
I'm so sorry.
My hurt kills you slowly.
My heavy, iron heart
keeps us chained in the fire.
I've crawled across the ground,
my concrete body and my tears,
like guilt towards the water
where my love can slowly drown.