Brooding.

Pain in my heart
Pain in debris
Pain in my household
Pain in the key
Pain in the answer
Pain in the call
Pain is going
To get to me

Are you breathing
Dear old friend?
Here, let me help you out
Let me sin

Pain in truth
Pain in wrong
Pain in life
And love forlorn
Pain in the scissors
Pain in the wood
Pain is the song
That no one understood

Are you breathing
Brother?
Here, let me help you out
Let me take you
On a heavenly detour
Where fire breathes musk
And everything you fear
Is true
As true can be.

On serene, simple days
I'd lay on a park bench
And swing back and forth until I'd bleed
Floating in crimson clouds and heat
I reminisced
And missed
And kissed
And hissed
In pain.