Give me black skies in the summer

Give me several  lifetimes of endless winters

Let fire fall from the sky like rain

Let it consume me with unashamed glee

Let me walk barefeet on the sands 

of the Lut desert in July

Accept my barter for a bed

Made of the thorns of roses

I'll take anything else

In exchange for this anguish

Hope?

Hope cannot pull me out

From the depths of my darkness despair

For I have lost

My childhood stuffed pet

Cow-cow