I would like some melancholy with my coffee
Toffee with my sweet teeth
Something cerebral below me
I could use a few more feet

Just wishing for a winter to hold my flowers
Showers with my warm sun
An article of apathy to cloth me
Lustful kissing amongst crowds of one

I've been praying for a ship to sail this arid land
Sand for my invisible beach
A blinding brightness to show me
I've been laying in the street

Still looking for space to hold my emptiness
Bliss with my cold gun
A coffin content to hold me
Arbitrary tears once life is done