Stacked are my days with nothing changed
And only night to tell them apart
Wishing and hoping and dreaming

Breath by breath and closer to death
Measured with beats of my heart
Clawing and scratching and seething

Wanting for touch withering away
Feeling less with every thought
Crying and begging and pleading

Surrounded by those who understand love
Heaven denied from the start
Searching and praying and needing

And still.... I wait.