On and on, I anticipate

I barely crawled out
of this supernatural ambiance,
the words keep chasing
like attraction and repulsion
have nailed their destiny.

You leave me in the midst,
behind a well and knife,
this rain gleams from my soul
and no distance can hid
its daring wishes.

Why have you tied me here
as I depart from my injury
into a place of appearance,
a delusional atmosphere.

Why do you keep me
ending my own decisions,
and steadily hanging
onto your mouth,
your thoughts a kill
that sets me off.