The urge for more
When enough isn't enough.
Always craving more and more.
For ever be sure,
Not be worth dying for a cure
'Cause supplying of worthlessness
Is all over the place, so pure.
The aesthetic of nature in a dress
That has the genetic of existence
Oh, so poetic, the coexistence
Of me and the remaining;
It's like a painting of flesh
Who's draining my words,
Words with an urge to refresh,
To prevail.