Take Your Fill

Take your fill of my time Does it thrill you? Do I play every right chord in you, Or do I dethrone your frustrations Into raw rage? Take your fill of my time Does it pleasure you? Have I breastfed your ego With my warm, mindful nip? I can hear my efforts drip, drip, drip Take your fill of my time Will it please you? Or will it rot and dissuade you? I feel you disengage, Until it is I in that raw, raw rage Take your fill of my time Will it fail you? The drips turn into spurts Till it is my tears you feed on And it hurts… Take your fill of my time Will I miss you? When I have nothing left to give you When I turn the other way And you disregard the sweet, sweet sway You and I will hear the drips no more The rage will empty into the desolation That truth can only replenish I must unfasten myself from your tirade To find a rant of my own, and a way Will I regret every second of my efforts? Can I dare breathe without my soul being drained? Will you never learn That all that I have lost from you Cannot the same be gained? So take your last sip of my time Will it redeem my worth? Shall I bite again into the joy I seek? Or shall I dwindle away Into solitude’s deep?