I’ve Forever Yearned for an Angel of Mercy and Warmth to Sing Out My Name and Rend Me from My Earthly Sorrows Yet Throughout All the Years of Idle Longing, I’ve Only Ever Heard a Profound and Crushing Silence
Have I sullied my namesake? Do I destroy or rebuild?
To remain in the same place, or to find a path to myself
I want to fall in love with the very matter that makes me
To be beyond the mind; confined in time and bound to mortality
Am I body of art? A friend to a friend? A warm body amongst many?
Am I more, or am I less?
For all I weep, I choose to be free
I'll sooner die then live a miserable life
I'll sooner die than live a half of a life
I've forever yearned for a great angel of mercy and warmth to sing out my name and rend me from my earthly sorrows; yet throughout all the years of pleading, I've only ever heard a profound and crushing silence
