Find them

What its to fill this need
For all I bleed, to complete me
What its to fill this void
The choice was never there
Through every particle, every hair
As I stare upon your lines
Wishing they were mine

Tease me with the time
Loving this, I will die
Find tears running through these wounds
You will know me soon

The masked, the few
That I have come to love you
That I have to dream of nothingness
My cause, my honor
To fill everything I wish was whole

Feigning fantasies for falsified pleasures
A lever on my heart
Can I start again
All of this, I ask when

The breeze blows across my skin
As I feel the same within
To each demand, each hand
To gravel along with the sand
I am not a woman, nor a man
I am not a lover or a fan

To have my own seeds
To plant once again
Send me a message
What God there may
Whatever I say, will be misconstrued
So find them for use
Find them for this life
In this time, this strife