She is a Wound That Will Not Heal
She
is a wound that will not heal;
The pleasant blade against whose entry I grit my teeth, wincing
And yet I welcome the pain,
Because the warmth it spills from my heart becomes addictive.
Pain
and bliss, intertwined at the sight of her, at the mention of her name.
At the question of what would be the more painful;
Never feeling her embrace again,
Or surrendering to love's bite.
She
is a wound that will not heal;
And I lie bleeding, begging all the same for that sweet blade--
Blood, and empty tears
Nothing gained...
Nothing gained...
Stormsong
k’Shaya