Can I say that I love you? If I did, would you believe me?
Knives at my throat and knives at my back,
I’m blind in this darkness, tears steal my eyes,
Do you hold a knife, my darling? I cannot see
I just want to hold your hand, but if I do
Will I feel the slice of a razor’s edge?
What have I done to deserve this from you?
What treason have I committed?
What heresy would you have me renounce?
Have I not been faithful and true?
Have I not held your hand through every disaster and turmoil?
This darkness frightens me…
Please, put the blades away.
Please take my hand.