I feel as two

But I am one

I’m one with you

We feel as two

You feel as one

But you are two

You try to run

From what you’ve done

And we are those

Who choose to share

And what we chose

Metamorphosed

Into this pain

And love and trust

And what we gain

Comes packed in pain

For all the love

There comes a price

A mottled dove

A knife above

The arm you raise

Protecting me

And he who pays

Is he who lays

The blade on skin

And presses tight

The line but thin

A tear in skin

The drop of blood

A feather red

Turns brown like mud

The brown of blood

The dove won’t fly

His wings are steeped

In crimson dye

Red tears you cry

The tears that fall

From wound not face

Your name I call

I who am small

And hiding here

With this my mask

I keep it near

To mask the fear

I know the tale

Of what will come

I try and fail

To change the tale

The pen I hold

Is weak indeed

My heart grows old

And you grow cold

My future path

Is written here

Its wording hath

Felt much the wrath

Of ink on ink

Of changes made

And still I think

That I will sink

Into the story

Made for me

And all its glory

But a story

One of pain

And love and trust

But foremost pain

A bloody stain

Upon the life

I wrote for us

And all is strife.

And all is trust.