I need the intensity of grief
A bone-shattering fall
In the impregnable dark

The ruthless command
Of my every pained nerve
Every single coursing bead
Of their treasured distress

I need this callous world
And its every restless song
The grit, the sprawling grime
That cherishes my faults

I need to fully live
As a free-falling wretch
To be faithfully beloved
And to thoughtlessly bloom
With revenge