Pulled in one direction by myself,
Into another I pulled and delve.
One man cannot be man of two,
Or his moments be so few.
Not enough for me,
Now peeling from skin, free.
Let the skin peel, rend it.
Shred heart, body, and wit.
Left with a half; regenerate.
The pain did not sate,
Off to rend more, I know,
Into the same fate she will go.
