PenofthePeople

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When you speak you cut me
When you touch your fingers burns
When you’re here you’re there
to take my breaths away

All these senses that gasp away
All these at the presence of you

All these nerve endings 
These senseless beginnings 
that grasp at the cliff

All these places that you try to stay in
Leaving me thinking of all these thoughts
Precise coordination 
a dance of metal and bone
Where to pinpoint extraction
Where to dive the knife deep
When to reach the end
When to say when
your medicinal ways upon
the Theory of Pain