I am the air in space,
no matter what you give I take.
I take and take,
across the abyss.
My soul consumes all every last wish.
I’m tired of my own two hands.
Turning things to gold,
souls at that!
I am sick of being the one,
who breaks as ask for mercy upon,
a tattered remnant of what once I was.
Untouchable, or try and see.
I am the shatterer who makes you give,
I am the taker for which you live,
I am the wretch which once was lost,
Now found, I simply wander on and off.
I am a child with little hope,
I ask today and tomorrow for more.
I am the greatest,
I am loved and should never hope for a favor.
I am a hole within the sea,
trying to drink all the grace around me.
But even that I find,