Tribal song

We both do see the sight and sound 
of what we must battle around
The thought of which brings on such disgust 
the word of which destroys ones august
Kinetic of that brought both together
now constricts like feeling of leather
Always bringing on such superficial distress
subconsciously pleading for tender caress

Finally at last you erase our past
Take away the things we hold dear
now I'm the one to steer
Help is not what I need
only to make me bleed my next deed
Be gone is what I will
don't even give me that alteration pill

Nothing though will ever comply
if this love but does not stop but this lie.