Modern Romanticism

Gratify me,
Satisfy me
With what makes you loathing
Of me,
In the deepest sea
To where you feel.

Splash me
To gash me
Beneath my eyes
That I might drink the same demise
Of your shadows pinned
Upon the painted walls.

I want to sleep,
Though the moon is too bright,
As your sight
Is too full.
I cry for what I desire
To return to my fire.

My passion abounds,
My love surrounds.
My pain, it is truth
To what cannot be soothed
Except for the one
Who has never been undone.

Never was the knot untied,
Never was the love a lie.