The Boundary of Existence

Deal us a pack of cards, and we'll build a house Leave us a legacy and we'll make ruins. I stand upon the soul of my body To stamp out even the dying spark , Retailing my love of beauty, And buying more passion for pain... Like the sparrow caught in a crevice- The claw that holds it from falling Is the one that's tearing away at its life. Searching new pictures to define a new abrasion- The love that refuses to loathe, Festers to contain a mindless universe In a burning, scalding, oozing wound- The epicenter of sensation And the boundary of existence.