I need someone
to show me the way
to hold my hand
and lead me astray

to drag my heart along
for a ride of its life
to tear it apart
and show me what it's made of

I need a muse
motivation
I need pain
I need to feel

the past is getting old
its feelings grow stale
numb
they pale

in comparison
to fresh feeling
fresh blood bleeding
from an open wound

I need to feel
good
wanted
and unwanted all the same

Raw feelings
feel so good
hurt so bad
they are necessary