The Marriage Bed

My reverence for you is gone, stand alone and be counted 
My time with you was like time alone in a grave 
Stand apart or unite in regret 
To the west of god 
Passion alone in the must 
I am the wolf at your door 
I am the wounds on your wrists 
Vengeance is the marriage bed 
I cower towards you in wonder 
Was it your emptiness that pushed me away or your hatred that drew me near?