Pleas in Ten Syllables
Come, angel song screaming, high and loud.
Din, explode. Shatter the tranquil, break, split
Take me away, lift me too high to see myself
I want more than this stifling, awkward day.
More than the choking heat, the burning sun,
I want to drift high, out of the familiar
On a cool breeze of change, a gust of new
Depravity clings, like a great anchor
Boredom rends inexhaustibly, hunting
But I must confess, what I really need
What's driving like iron nails through my heart,
Is that I need, want, crave, more of you.