Question

How many times do you have to kill me For my life to be over? You have already put the knife in my back, Must you bring the axe down on my neck? I stand before you with wobbling legs, Knowing that the arrow in my shoulder Was not sent from Cupid’s bow with love— You hold the weapon that is to slaughter me Whilst I am held in place with only a rope. I could easily run but my mind deceives me: It convinces me it will all be over soon. But how many times would you kill me Just to feel the power it brings you? And how many times will you watch me burn Just to feed yourself with the flames?