mewl

 
I seek the rhythm of the place
inside me pulse with pleasure
discern the need and act accordingly

in the eternal desire writhe
I hear a small mewling on the winds
I cater to the night

in weakness's keep my sanity slips a bit
I cover my hurt then walk on
it is with trepidation and pride I stand

I waver then push forward
little want has me befuddled
I cradle the filth and expel the craving

as I enter into an understanding with you
we agree, pain it shall be