there's a trap and it's cunning
to avoid it I must
and yet I go nearer
in fate lay my trust
i fall in
and recover
i escape
and return
to myself, to before
but scarred from the burn
so I think. and abandon
get up. and I smile
and then I decide to be strong
enough to go back and to pry
it's still there
pure madness
i cannot fight that
it takes me apart
then pieces me back
over and over and over again
I'd need, to be saved
from impediment doom
three words
eight letters
him say:
I love you
