You make yourself a prisoner of me
You blind yourself so you don't have to see
You turn your life to a power above
And make yourself a hostage of love
You turn from me, you turn from the strain
Devote yourself to the power again
Distance yourself from what we avowed
You broke the rules, your my hostage now
I am a sinner
I am a saint
I am a devil
I am the ghost at the wake
I feed the swell and pull
Of your tears as they break
I am the limit of
The load you can take
You are the pulley
And I am the winch
I am salvation
Am your herald of sin
I take you beyond
Your limits of trust
Ransom yourself
Hostage of love
You say you have been born again
Since you slept there in that liar's den,
You cannot be saved
You gave your innocence away
I've turned my cheek
And I've suffered the blow
The truth of my story
Is widely unknown
Words of derision I have
Swallowed with a smile
For telling my story
I have been crucified
Now like a madman
I give my laurels to you
And like a hero
Forsake my trophies for you
Though a deciple of this devil
That is in our blood
Am I not also
Your hostage of love?
You say You've got to live alone
Though it hurts, You'll make it on your own
You say you have been born again...
You will remain a hostage of love
Yes; from Razorlight, a Hostage of Love. This resonates so true to me (especially given recent relations), so familiar to the words I used so ineptly I fear now in my poems. This song captures the feel, both from the heart and the head so well. If anyone reading this has ever been in love and fell foul of love's darker side then they'll have an empathy with it like me.
From a slightly wiser, slightly older and slightly more cautious Th3-F4ll3n.