Give me heaven in less than seven days!
Do not rest!
Grant me wings so I can fly until the sky bleeds red.
I want all of my demons dead.
Won’t you quench my thirst deep in the desert,
be my best friend in the sand where castles are common place.
Build me a home amongst the stars,
I want a vacation on Mars as earth deprives me of my worth.
Birth me a new creation in elation at every sensation.
I need a never-ending happy ending.
This you owe as you inspired awe in your courtship,
then sentenced me to cages in your pages where the Sun shone brighter.
I now need you to give me life, writer.