Open the floodgates,
my heart has something to say.
No words, just waves.
It strangles the breath out of me but leaves me with no pain.
It taste like love but burns like God
come crashing down upon me.
I welcome the weight.
Creator of fates and faces, who am I to compose?
Lacking in both rhythm and prose.
Honey dripping from my hands.
What does it take to make a man?
Waking warrior, slumber no more.
This world - it kills,
with passion, lust, and skill.