Lover Or Witchfinder?

About trying to understand the difference between love and being controlled. How it can feel like a form of Stockholm Syndrome

Wear your sorrows like a corset

Wrap yourself in a reaper's banner

Every trouble will converge and eat you alive

Detach yourself

Become psychopathic to survive

And every kiss goodnight

Feels as claws across the face

I'm sure there's love somewhere

The bruises are merely affection

Every lullaby to sing you to sleep

Is a witch-finder in your dreams

Enter oblivion with best intentions

And dress to be the chief mourner

Every second of pain will leave you bereft

It's not love

Only another theft

And all weaknesses

Come and fade into the fore

Here he is, monstrous and fearful

Not your lover anymore 

Every lullaby to sing you to sleep

Is a witch-finder in your dreams