Eternal Wound

     A sharp pain,
     Tearing my flesh,
     Deeper into my chest,
     Takes over my soul.
     This bleeding will
     Is making me faint. . .
     And I surrender to my doom.
     The poisonous arrow
     Has claimed my senses:
     No sound but your voice,
     No sight but your face. . .
     Hereafter, these demands accept no clemency.
     Love is a prison
     And a shelter.