Even the Gods Are Beggars

My existence relies on your belief in me
not like a god seeking worship, never
but perhaps a mortal of a similar fate-
just recognition, touch
the Elysian nectar
bring to fruition the colors of my soul
and I'll show you the best I can be

A condition-
deficit of unconditional love
wounded, underestimated
unsalvagable and undone
a ravaged, depleted carcass
destroyed by the grasp
of a wicked hand

My existence was based on delusion
dreams gone in haze
drowned in a drunken confusion
believe me when I say
all I can remember from the daze
was a need to live
and if Hell knew the pain in my chest
perhaps Heaven was the one
who slipped the poison
into my heart

Believe in me-
I am a beggar on the streets
of your mind
hands outstretched
reaching for your skin
seeking affection,
a sense of direction
that will lead me
to a fulfillment-

And I will be anything you want
give you all you can ask for
everything and nothing
never and always
keep me and I will remain
tethered to the rays of a sun
I've always struggled to grasp
release me and..

I will die