Is This What you Call Love?

You bash my life

Against a hardened rock,

Blood and sweat poured from it

It is destroyed, my life.

You tear my soul

To shreds to lifelessness,

It is nothing,

It is destroyed.

You take my body,

And puppet me,

To do your will,

Against mine, I fight.

My soul fights yours,

It devours, it destroys,

My life murders yours,

Now your blood is on me.

I wash myself,

From within you,

All the blood and toil,

The sweat and chaos.

I am not at peace,

Nor will I ever be,

Unless this comes true,

I must take my life.

For with death comes saneness,

Comes solace, comes silence,

It is so welcoming,

The thought burns within me.

Now I take up the sword,

My sheath it hangs,

I pull it to my chest,

And plunge it into my heart.