Sunday, November 9, 2008

masochists love song

the want to be broken
broken open torn apart
used up and left for pieces of memory
a need to be taken down
taken for an insatiable burning ride
beaten like a drum skin stung warmed and singing
beaten to the brink
and brought back for a warm kiss
broken open to flood
slamming up against blood
the edge

its all about that elusive edge
finding it
straddling it
the lure of falling
the lure of letting go
the lure of not coming back

such a long way off from the point of should i return

i want you to break me
break me down split
into kindling
leave me burning in pieces
of memory.

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