• Pain, I felt, when we could not be
    A feeling I wished you just could see.
    I tried to go, just run away
    Yet in my mind you were content to stay.

    Pain, 'tis said, makes us know what is real.
    Is this the price that must be paid to feel?

    In my mind, I see you, simply standing there
    I try to let you be gone; yet I know not to where
    I raise the knife in the dark of that thought
    Blade strikes down, to redeem the pain wrought

    Even in dream, my hand doth freeze, I still choose not to hate.
    Is it wisdom I have found? Will the pain finally abate?

    Pain sears me again, yet even in dream, I could never harm thee.
    Have I found another cruel truth of life, or graven image of me?