It's not that life is beautiful,
It's the way that everything feels.
Hot, Wet, Cold Sweat,
Measured, Slow, Fast Little Breaths.
And I hear moans of ecstasy everywhere.
See the writhing souls,
Some resigned, most scared.
Afraid of what they already are.
Feeling, Living, Doing, Breathing,
Pacing, Coming, Rolling, Seething.
Loving every minute of it
Racing, Praying, Dreaming, Touching.
Knowing it's never going to last,
Glimpsing the huge pain of losing it all.
Screaming, Crying, Breaking, Dying,
Surviving, Hating, Fearing, ...