This is an untitled work in progress, let me know what you think: I tore my eyes out for you Followed your voice to a barren place And when I begged for sustenance You told me I was greedy I bled and bled for you Every drop a prayer When the anguish left me howling You told me to be quiet  I wheezed and gasped To sing your praises And you recoiled as if Each breath I took was stolen from your lungs I broke myself for you And you danced to the sound of my bones snapping in half Then asked “why not thirds or quarters?”