(Love and Pain, Edvard Munch, 1895)
Why do you suffer?
Why do you swim around in the mud only to sling it towards those that stretch out their hands?
You do not see the light
Draped in blackness of your own making
Breathing is heavy, eyes wide, mind panicked
Casting doubts on your saviors
Taint all that is good-all that you are
Doubting God’s perfection; your sin of Eve
Breathe in the payote of the damned
Cradle in their claws
Comfort for a price, I warn
They do not give so freely
Your soul is payment
Mark this moment; the stopping of time
The last touch of my skin
Our hearts pressed against each other
My tears choking
You’ll mourn this moment, this life I so freely gave you
Mocking my worth; stamping on my sacrifices
All for self love
What was my sin; my debt to repay?
Has God no mercy of the price I have already paid?
I humble myself because of you–before God–the lessons I am to learn
Cursing my path to damnation; your road to perdition
I weep, will continue to weep, and will always weep
For you are not just mine to give, but mine to give up
I set you free…