Ecstacy
I’m fumbling.
I don’t know who you are anymore.
I don’t know what you want anymore.
I’ve lost my perception of love.
You’ve taken it away from me.
I believe that this is heaven
I believe that this is hell
I believe we’ve been divided
By the pretty angels.
Why?
Why do you hit me?
Why do you leave the marks of your hate
On my skin?
Why do you cower and then tell me you’re sorry?
Why do you start it all again?
It didn’t start this way.
You loved me once.
I’ve burnt the thought into my mind.
Now though
It doesn’t matter how much you love me
I’m not coming back this time.