I Hope I Starve

I hope I starve of this world.

I wanna write down, clean, complete, white space filled by scratches of ink. Not filled but stilled. Calming undulations of chaos and cacophony, running away, running away. Temptation leaks; I speak running away.

Run away. I want to go so bad,
This life is torture, the chains and dirty rags
Burden after burden on my back
I work it off, but still it stacks
I say these kind of things when I am tempted
And temptation is the whispers of the hell-sent
Trying to convince me their choice was correct
"Life down here is preferable to heaven."

That girl, she's strawberry ice cream, and I'm starving
My eyes are drawn to her like she was on fire
But I want to be holy, and for God is my desire.

I Hope I Starve of This World.