Look Down

Yours and mine together until there is no distinction On and on I'm driven to the point of madness Untouched until now, saved for a purpose Released suddenly in an experienced so sweetened Living in a way intoxicating to the soul Inspired to the point of euphoric expectation Poor in riches but still a Midas in ecstasies Suffering only from the moments we stole Always hungering for a little longer or just a bit more Never quite appeased but always appetized Destroying my calmness is always assured My heart is weak and as such I've capsized Incline yourself to me and hear what I've said Never before have I felt such dread Except when you stop giving and keep me unfed