Each Day We're Slain

My whisper is my scream
Only another somber soul
Would ever
Notice me.
A tree is falling in the woods
A sphere of blue spins in the blackness
I live on granted breath
But each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure,
Are they not both abuse?

My fingers on
The pulse in someone else's arm
I've come so far
From the bed To the door
The masochist wants more
I want each granted breath
Cause each breath
Is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?

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Some ask for more
They ask for too much
And some can't wait
Some can't wait
to buckle under the crush
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Brain is a ball & a chain

Each day we're slain
The gods could make it up to us
One quiet Sunday.
The neighbors think we're insane
They spot us laughing
by the graves
We live on granted breath
And each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?

Insatiable soul
Miranda calls
a way I have not heard before.
Wild roots whisper in the woods
Two spheres of blue
Are stealing glances
I breathe my bedfellow's breath
But each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?