As I beg thee for my own life,
And bid ye guard thine,
I cease to retain my innate self--
As my life flashes images at thine knife...
I behold myself-- drunk in fear, as with wine.
You re-visit me, with pain itself.
Our hearts, so beautiful and vain
We pair in twos, you win I lose
I surrender as ye spare me, yet again,
You words remind me of my pain.