Crave the Sky.

My wings will grow.
My stockings show.
Now see my bloody knees.
Time and again, i'll mask a grin.
Anything to please.

A straightend spine, a stable mind.
Tell me something more.
I'll be serene, my body keen.
I can be your whore.

And once you're done, have had your fun,
I am easily disposed.
Grace me with an empty line,
I always fall for those.

And as I claim to want your name,
you'll know I crave the sky.
You'll be the hero of this game.
The one who says goodbye.