Appetite grows on strong
For one to touch mine skin
Hunger groweth long
For one to let me in

Dearth is a silent creation
Up from below
It wraps me in bad sensation
Abundance hath let me go

I cadge
In agonizing fear
I dread
This buzz of SALT tasted tears

I'm imbedded on nails
Crucified with no one to let me down
These wings hath broken off
Corrupted the ground...