My throat swells with desire and it pours from body like sweat. Liking my skin I ingest every drop. In all this revelation my closed eyes could not see. Am I not, my own will? And so what am I waiting for, again and again... I want to believe. As I choke, wanting to scream as I choke, but I thought this could not be real. And as the last drop of my hope escapes... I look back. I've bled for myself again and again. In all this revelation again and again...
