Open, broken, silently pleading

Begging and begging to start it again

You were alone and afraid, but not anymore

She's saved you.

Now you lie, spent and exhausted

Your goddess has saved you

Your wounds have healed, the bleeding has stopped

Now that you've created a wound for her

Skin tears like paper

Weakens, then succumbs to bleeding

Streaming along limbs

Either inflicted by the one you love

Or acid dripping, not inflicted by you

But by the blade which stands instead of you.