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.