WHAT I DESIRE
-to those of the same degree-
die
I am your ruler and liege
Master and conqueror
You will obey or perish
Die by my iron grip
By my cloud- be veiled

You
Will
Fester
But
This can not be
You
Are
Better
At
This
Life
This passion
More
Open
I
Will
Die
Masterless and alone
Running
Out of words
And
Rivers
Rain
Falling
Away