Prepare me your dreams
And I will devour them
Keep yourself hidden
And I will search you out
Cloak me in adoration
And I will warm myself in my ego
Starve me of truth
And I will hunger for your lies
Fill me with sweet nothings
And I will empty myself of something
I am a glutton for your emptiness
A whore for your touch
I ardently hunger for your notice
Give me your vacuity and I will pour myself in
Little Wren 