'you know sometimes i think you're mean'i said.'you know that i can do no more than thisand yet you led me with a kiss herewhere i cannot believe my eyes.i cry i laugh i love i waiti think to throw myself to fatebut you are not fateyou are the biker godwho drags me round the world andhopes that someday i will seethe result of all you do in mewhen i am sleeping dreamingpraying weeping'i look into his eyes.'you think to purge the pridethe self the egoistic blink inside my heart?but it is yours, you made me just this way.you tear my world and all my love apart and stillyou call me love. beloved, you hold sway.am i not the one whose name you haveengraved upon your handso that i will always beinside your mind, if you loveme why are you so unkind?.'i asked for eyes to see,you've struck me blindand deaf and dumbcut off my hands and feetand taken outmy heart to eat.i hope you found it sweet. 'i pout.