This is the poem from which I took the fragment Live. I’ve also added the audio recording. 

In minor key
A droning tone
Wails the violin
Staccato of a drum

The restraints that bind
And bite into flesh
The metal is cold
The stone floor rough

The sting of your hand
I gasp at the blow
Sense your excitement
I pray to a god I don’t know

When harp strings plucked
Sound like the howl of a ghost
Blood seeps from my wounds
And I fear all is lost

When your breath in my ear
Asks for what I can’t give
I know your love is destruction
And I want to live

Artwork, words and vocals ~ Meg Sorick