WHERE HAS LOVE GONE?

It was clear
From the moment we met
That a dangerous die
Had been cast.

What in me longs
For this suffering?
What in you pines
To make me suffer?
Where has love gone?
What did I do to scorn it?

You are my shadow dream;
The opposite of the kind angel
I am supposed to want into Existence.
I am like tortured and torturer
And surely grateful
That you cast the whip
At my rose red back
For me.

It is wonderful
To be right
And prove beyond the shadow of an
Unreasonable Doubt
That women are
The horrors of my childhood
In every stage of a man's life.

Do you see how women are?
Do you?
I told you so.

I told you so.