Lost

Lost....................................................
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stay there
slow down
don't move out of it
you will soon forget what you lost
a few beats have escaped
a few drops of blood against a few of tears
Pain is musical; sensuous
I slowly move towards him and he threatens to leave
stay there
slow down
I recon no feeling other than you
you cant leave, I say
and he stays ...... my companion; pain
lost....... in its dominance

I perform
drums, dance, colors and sense
to please the evil
and he stays
I win him over and he undresses me then.

My encounters with pain shall continue. I shall continue to win him and he shall continue to be the reason of my loss. I am addicted to my destruction. I find in him the beats that I lost and each time I succeed, I lose some more.