feel me

a rope to hang onto, a light to bathe myself in,

one to rid me of my love, to rid me of my sin.

but what do i know of love, that tenebrous fellow,

i know only of your words, all encompassing, not so mellow.

i've been wet so long, that i long for sand,

in rain so long i'd fail, to ever tread dry land.

but i'd like to see the sun, maybe it really is warm,

or maybe i'll burn in its light, engulfed in another storm.

hate me as i bleed for you, love me as i suck you dry,

perhaps then you would feel, as much as i.