Oxymoron

Oh, the blessed bondage!
The thrice cursed release!
How words on the page
Are clamor and peace!
My fetters they are!
My keys to delight!
They catch me a star
Then slaughter its light.
Such villainous friends!
And amorous foes!
The ink on my hands
And blood from my nose.
Do they love me not
Or love me do they?
Both. Neither. What
Is love anyway?
Just another word
A sound, a small sigh
That rescues the world
Then watches it die.