Bed of nails

Like a scolded child I turn and sulk

Asking why I wait time and time again

Songs echo through my head, she makes me wait on a bed of nails

So we wait on the bed of nails until she frees us into a seething cauldron of blasting heat

Depriving us of feelings of love, turning them instead into hot pits of hellish fights

We slay each other verbally until we desire no more

We run to the opposite ends of the earth trying to escape the hate we created

Turning flesh into sin, sin into flesh, on and on we go

We have no time to mess around

We take time down our throats

We have no love to speak of

We take love when offered

We have no anger until once again, scolded like a child I turn and sulk