Of This Ilk

The one nerve they can't see
The strength of the pull of
What it means to move with such ease
Through pillars so white
So clean

I want to be you

The shame of the want of
A vessel so pure so clear
A violence with that which plagues
A force so vicious vile is maims
I need to be you

Strike me with that desire
The burn of what i’ll never be
Born to this body
I'll starve of waiting

I can't be you
I’ll never be you