Sinful, yet sweet validation
It has bored a hole through my skull
And has drowned out, integrity’s screams

There’s the rush
The high arc of a dream
That nudges me along
As the cheers, of love and devotion
All dim into silence

There’s the kind rise of the wind
Then the fall
For the cold dark vise of despair

Yet I’m always left weary
And gasping
For more