The Sound of Music

The sound of music filled the air at just the hint of sound.
This case of paranoia is how we two are found.
A pinprick is unearthly pain, torrents of tears unfold.
A match is an inferno, and an ice cube’s oh so cold.

We Love, we Hate, we reciprocate all feelings sent our way.
But our effects are ten-fold strong, they can’t be kept at bay.
My Love believes that this is how we always ought to feel;
So I begrudgingly comply to laugh, to cry, to reel.

I have my doubts about this path, it seems a bit too much;
But Heaven’s Envy convinces me with her caressing touch.
She claims it is experience that I must live to claim,
Every moment is divine, and none are quite the same.

The rise and fall’s a constant haul, a climb both up and down,
An awful assault of senses that makes all smiles a frown.
I feel so unclean living so much, but She’s the one it’s for;
Thus I dive into the sea and above the clouds we soar.

She seems to make it all worthwhile, this Love, this Life, this Way;
Yet still the feelings take their toll: the price my soul must pay.
The Dammed break forth and overwhelm my self during the fray;
So in the end I’m forced to either writhe or run away.

Thus we live, we wretched two, grasping every thorn.
I wish for euphoric ecstasy, and in return get only scorn.