The Beaver Dance

Gnawing on wood
The splint pierces my skin delicately
Pain, suffering, wound inflicted
You watch with blood delight
Your claws reach bone
Scratching away the meat of my desire
Do you care if my heart is still beating
While you  devour its remains
There comes a time
To build your sanctuary you say
Far away  from anything that I envision
The reeds you collect will not suit me
So though I hold on with destiny
You stick the dagger deeper into my soul
And watch as the rapids come over me
And drag me away from you in the angry current
All along your eyes are smiling
Not caring about love or friendship.