Enter, Again, the Screws

No, it's not
No, it wasn't you
And I knew
Could I have been so ffolish to really think?
that maybe or perhaps
by some
random act of chance
I had finally found you
right there.
God Dammit!
God Dammit, appear!
Just one last time...
Let me be put to rest
Let my hand
rest upod your chest
as tears of hurt or rage
sting like that of wasps
of ilconventional love
and disregard
Disregard all that I have said
For I'd gladly exchange
everything I've done
and felt
for an automatic bolt and chain.
And a series of bits
where I'd never to see you
to calculate such sorrow
to bleed alone in this cage.