Desperate Cycle

Tinged with sweat,

The perspiration that comes

From fear, and fear alone

Laced with the sweetness

Of impending death,

The anxiety that comes

From being hunted

Ringed with defeat,

The tears that come

From knowing it will soon be done

Edged with pain,

The blood that comes

From wounds inflicted again and again

Soaked with satisfaction,

The thrill that comes

As I waltz with you,

In this eternal game of cat and mouse

Buried with sorrow,

The pleas that come,

Deafened in desperation

How lovely it all tastes,

My beloved darling