Hunger - Funeral

Bitter-sweet nostalgia…

Desire pulls hard

But it’s too late

Dead are all my virtues

And gifts

It dulls not any pains

And hard covet

Reaps a poor harvest

In these latter days

Starve me in

Bone man torture

Skin-tight lover

Pound upon pound

Of flesh paid well

With gnawing ache

And hunger

But your want lies asleep

Under frozen layers of ignorance

Or even fear

Dressed in sacrilege

I sprawl in hurt

…And wear thorns

Just for you

Read my scars

Count my sorrows

But see me!

'Lest the cruel beauty

In my song face the trial

Of deaf ears

And that is truly worse than death

I dance in your spirit

And sleep so well in your arms

Awake unattainable one…

Awake…