breath in.breath out.breath in

the existence of the heart is the beat
the existence of the tear is the fall
the existence of the fist is the power
the existence of the blood is the flow
the existence of the breath is the feel
the existence of the love is the touch

so you breath in, breath out and breath in
just to feel the difference
smell her through the air,
a calling to your nerves,
a longing to be folded or played
with time your dealer and your hand,
with time your master and your death.

and you know inside the existence of the heart is the love
the existence of the tear is the sorrow
the existence of the fist is the fear
the existence of the blood is the price
the existence of the breath is you life
cause the existence of the love is your death

and you can hear a faint ticking
booming like a drum and it deafens you
to a shaking shell of what could be
and you keep trying to move it to one side,
to push it into the distance
but your one man against a world,
but you'll crush it before your breath stops with the silenced clocks

and you'll breath in, breath out, breath in
in the scented silence of her.