to You my heart thirsts
cry in me bursts

but eyes are weak,
face pallid,
no longer worth,
no longer valid

how long will i sit
sedentary in darkness,
lost in haze
of howling hyena?

my soul is naked,
hates the starkness
of physicality,
of sin's arena.

in sigh heart's immersed
as bereav'd mourns her first
to You my heart thirsts
my cry in me bursts,

i'm sinking in quagmire
arms are weak,
lost their fire,
one thing still desire.

You.