every night
i dream of love
of the hazy warmth
of another soul

yearning flows,
through my very blood
and i can feel my heartbeat
spilling onto my bedsheets

i bleed melancholy
i am morose, moronic
and forever mindless
waiting, weeping, wanting

I CANNOT CONTINUE
TO STARE AT MY CEILING
AND WAIT TO BE DESTROYED
BY THE MONSTER
THAT IS LOVE, TRUE LOVE

LOVE WILL DEVOUR ME
FERVENTLY AND WITHOUT MERCY
IT IS A FERAL, HAUNTING THING
YET I STILL WANT
OH, I WANT I WANT I WANT

i’ve never wanted anything more