Pulmonary Archery in Poetry

Pin it back and bleed it to the core
I am still and will be here
Awkward pauses on the lips of those wanting more

So we tread on the grounds that we fear
We do it in our sleep,
In our dreams, and in the hopes that we keep...

We value the pain it brings, so we move our tongues 
waiting for just a taste, and we fill our lungs
with arms clenched around our waists

Pull them close, pull them close
Interlock our hands, throw off our chains
And feel the blood pump through my veins 

My heart beats for this