The Blade that is Love

You slice at my heart with the sharp blade that is love

But i do not notice the gashes, for the blade is too sharp

all i feel is the warmth of my blood running out my heart

 

But as the blade begins to dull, i start to feel your cuts

i start to feel what your doing to me

i can no longer bear the pain of the gashes

 

all my warm blood for you has run out

i've got nothing left but you continue to cut me with the dull blade

All i do is weep at my pain, i've grown acostum to it

 

I need the cuts now

without them i feel the full force of my aching, dieing heart

I can't take that pain

 

The blade that is love is sharp at first...

but dulls