• Fluttering free
    But bound by will
    ‘til you have your fill
    I will way for thee.

    Meanwhile my heart pays the fee
    A heartache for which there is no pill.
    Though my pain gives you a great thrill
    To end it only you have the key.

    On my knees, meekly looking to the sky
    As you hold to my throat a knife
    Teardrops shimmering in my eye.

    I mutter a soft gentle goodbye
    Should you choose to end my life
    So you could watch me slowly die