Crave

Broken and Small on the ground,

On to you I look and found,

A sleeping angel so neat I prayed,

To the cosmic star for you to stay,

Tiny glass and rigged thorns,

Scrap my knees as I bow my horns,

Sing sweet angel.

For it is you I crave,

And cry for me as the Lord did not save,

Endless. Smoky, Nights.

Fill my,empty, scorn. Inside.

And though I may never rise to the heavens of my once home,

Know that I now sit on my own throne.

~ Love (a.k.a X1327)