The dichotomy of Love and Hate

[JMatlack]

Hurting, gasping for air
I lie stiller than clam water
The pain is so fierce, my hate so strong

I can’t stand to think
It reminds me of freedom
And there is none in this place

Here he comes again
For his chunk of flesh
From my body, for his pleasure

I can’t understand a man
Who likes to inflict pain
Hate boils inside me

A fresh wound developed
Where I he has sought pleasure
He is finished tonight, and I love him