What exists within, and what happens without
My love was always there, until it was cast out
By you, and not for any reason, but the distrust
You wanted me but not to love, but for the lust
Did you wound me purposely, to make me run
Did you send me fleeing, so that it'd all be done
My flesh was decaying, broken, gray and putrid
Was I so terrible, was my presence so ill suited
Why do I wonder, when should seem so obvious
My love for you permanent, but I was oblivious
