Need.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My muscle tissue is crawling with petulant desire; no place to hide.

Eyes burning with tears as I; open my hardened heart wide.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

Trying to see clearly; swallowed by the cascading shadows.

Pores brimming with liquid mercury.

The gold only glitters so bright.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Need.

My need is worming it’s way inside.

In the octogram I confide.

My cancer is growing; my time is growing short.

I want to feel coins upon my fingertips; I want to feel soft skin beneath my nail beds.

Shallow as it may seem, and sometimes; I’m as shallow as they come.

My blood pumps to sow the seed.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Human; but chiseled from stone.

Human; don’t leave me alone.

Worried that I don’t really know.

Carrying a heavy load.

I need help; I need restitution.

Oh God I know, I feel stupid; I feel like a sellout now.

The gold only glitters so bright.

I’ll leave a bloody mess before I’m done.

Need.

Need.

Need.

Need.

Need!

I need help; I need restitution! -Michael David Ament