PART VI: A FINAL NOTE
I cannot wait anymore
my fingernails are all torn out
and my blood has smothered the floor
I will run to your front door
and knock it down with my every lewd thought
I cannot wait anymore
I cannot do this any longer
I will lift this land to make me stronger
and hop youthfully over yonder
to where you sit and ponder
on strange images of me
awash out at sea
far away from where I want to be
I cannot do this any longer
I want to be beside you
I want to be asleep
in a dismal dream in which I do not think about you
not anymore
for my days are wasted in such a state
How long has it been since we touched?
And how much longer can life feed lust?
Although, I fear, it is the other way around.
And so I shall sink into the ground
if you are not soon found.
How much does life mean to you?
I cannot wait any more.