How will i bleed for you today and in what way? From which vein will my life's blood flow as the page turns, always a new way. How will you make me squirm? Everyday i face, there you stand I'm seemingly lost with no escape plan.
Standing strong, my feet upon solid ground echos of you sweep my steps from beneath me and yet i know each pain inflicted releases another injury. My only freedom will be found in this self allowed agony.