My heartbeat is slow, and my voice low.
My body tense and aching, this feeling
Is one I know all too well. Its familiar,
As familiar as one would consider a friend,
But unlike a friend the only comfort you receive
Is the knowledge that with one twitch of your finger
Your pain will end. As far as consoling, you can forget it
Unless you would like a back hand across your already
Drenched face. Knowledge, you used to be my friend and now im afraid
You’ve done me in. sometimes secrets are better left kept
Or not made at all. Oh no, I’m glad I know, but this pain
This pain I feel makes me sick. Numbness, its better than pain
But still, I would rather feel joy. I would rather know that my lover
Is faithful, and that he will not abandon me, but I do not.
Sadly I do not, but my love holds true, and not as scary
When I have the knowledge that with one twitch, my pain would end.