electric chair syndrome

This intolerable flash of light
tortures my mind, all down my spine.
Is it possible to take the knife
and lobotomize this gruesome sight.
I feel my heart, its palpitation rising,
no not for love but this internal slicing.
I feel the cloth leaking from my head
like all of the blood that Jesus shed.
These are feelings we reciprocate
for this has been down on your plate.
Your guilt your shame I can understand
when I as well had blood seeped hands.
I was sent to hell for what I put you through
so now one plus one it equals two.
Our dues are dealt, deep forgiveness was felt
and I want nothing more than for you to return to yourself.
I love you so much and I wish you the best
for I'm always hell-bent on your happiness.