I am a child   Who needs   Its mother's milk   A desperation   Of a certain kind   A desire that   Burns me   In a place   That I refuse to say      A pneumatic imposition   Waves with every breath   Toward those who dare   To embrace its presence   A taunting of sorts   Who twists itself   Into a rather   Suggestive hello      A river of feeling   Feeling loathing   Feeling shame   Feeling overwhelming sin   Washing away   All that dared   To label you   As innocent   But who wants   Any of that anyways      I want release   I want to   See you cry   Tear of regret   That you lived   Anywhere but   This moment      Faith means nothing   When we can have   Heaven on Earth   Because its true that   Every time an angel moans   A devil gets its wings