You search within yourself,
breaking your skin
and there you find it.
You broke yourself,
and you cried
at the twisted thing
you had created
and you mourn
and you shiver –
the world is too cold.

I’ll take you.

You search within yourself
for the call of the wild.
You broke yourself,
and you cried
at the twisted thing
you had become.
Your cheeks melt
at the thought –
you will never find
the one you want.

I’ll take you.