So it hurts to much to love?
You think you are safe but
You will always desire.

Desire.	
   
   Is that aching need that 
	   always 
	   seems 
    to leave you

Alone and
gazing upwards
seeking refuge from the lonliness
but only seeing  
       the moon-crossed sun
    some stars
 a dark sky.
	Still the same since forever.
	 An ordered chaos.

     Yeah, a  reliable retreat 
           
           Except 
              You
           Should
         Remember
             Just
              One
           Little
            Thing...
      (chaos, remember?)
       
Heaven never (ever) changes
                
      But to strike the watcher.

(Oh the  wrath of heaven is terrible
       flee!
     flee!
run for your life!)

Desire.

Better to love.
Isnt it?