You are the urge I cannot shake
You are the one beyond escape
Famished is the mind that sees
A vision etched in memories
A heavy hunger upon my chest
A pulse that beats without a rest
Rips the breath out of my lungs
Starves the spark of songs unsung
Aching to the naked bone
Silent lies the weathered stone
The more I search, the less I find
Of what was once a quiet mind