Why must you cut yourself?

Do you know it hurts me to see you suffer?

I never asked for you to risk your life

On the altar

I don’t want to see those colours

As they roll across your face

Why must you hurt yourself?

Are you hungry for my guilt?

Are you eating my guilt?

Or does this pain nourish you?

Every night I wait for you

Why must you suffer

Like Christ for his Father?

Like a lamb under a Weeping Willow tree

Like empty guts

Like a cow, folding in creases of her own blood?

Like a purse full of spite

Like a horse’s bit

Like a bitter slice of metal in the stream?

Willem’s song, Life and Death of Marina Abramovic by Robert Willson