"The first one is deepest."

Is what they all say.

For me, each thrust

Is first cut that is the way.

You flay me with your eyes,

You slay me with your lies.

And this is Love you say.

"'Tis Love! 'Tis Love!" you cry

With every lash made.

"'Tis Love! "Tis Love!"

As I am open laid.

"'Tis Love I swear."

As I scream, bleed and hit.

"How could you cry?

How dare you flinch?

Why would you raise bloody fist?

'Tis Love that draws us close

In Need.

'Tis Love...'Tis Love that has me do

This deed.

"'Tis Love," you say,

Holding New-drawn Blade.

"'Tis Love", you cry

As my blood

Drains away.

Guilt is the knife

You bury to the hilt.

Guilt is the knife

That at last has me kill't.