Analysis of Shadow Walker

I start with fire to burn the paper that holds the words he said
The fire, it touches me like ice, and the paper, watch out! the paper shreds
Whispers, he, the Shadow Walker, I'm sorry, indeed, that I left
But the tide is out and the cycle repeats and he leaves her with the fire again

I start with ice, to sooth the burn, my wounds cry out a hiss
It snakes around me, pain, it festers, and bleeds out through my wrists
Grabs, he, the shadow Walker, my arm, his eyes, they cry with regret
But the tide is in and the cycle repeats and he leaves her with the ice again

I start with knives, to cut a cloth and white becomes a red
I pull it open, the cabinet, with bottles lining the shelf
Shakes me, hard, the shadow walker, when he finds me on the doorstep
But the tide is gone, the cycle shall end, and the shadow walker won't leave again