Bound

One night was all I needed to make you see

All these ailing thoughts about me.

I can’t believe how much I wanted this

These blatant foibles of another world.

My love, these sins and tragic parables

Are noted in the flow of passage

When you tore me open in a search

For something we could never share.

The penetrating nausea in a fragment

Sings about a paradox in all its terror.

Still I moaned in delight when you took me

To the abyssal plains of your resentment.

Yet you keep searching for a miracle

You could not acknowledge blissful satiety

Though I wanted to give you all,

These incubated thoughts dwindled away.

Now we are both engulfed in this solitude.

It was the fault of your egocentric sadism

Taking advantage of my feeble mind

Devouring the last scraps of my virginity.

It was then that I realized the fixation

Was all an ephemeral madness in your name

You groped at the flame until it was nothing.

So now my love, we leave it all to fester.