Within this ache lies a desire,
A holy, scorching fire.
It's a pain I cannot handle
A hole I cannot fill
A searing, stabbing something
A breaking of the will
A shaking of foundations
A quaking of the soul
A dark flame blazing brightly
A bleakness full of hope
A raging and a tearing
A shredding of the heart
A slaughter, a beginning
A stumbling in the dark
A nothing with no name
A terrifying threat
A promise and a sweetness
A yes, but not quite yet.
It's a pain I cannot handle,
A hurt I cannot kill
A holy, scorching fire,
An ache that always will.
