Dig through me.
Analyze me like how you analyze a poetry—
Stare onto my eyes so deeply.
And if you will,  
hold the hand inside me;

Fill my being with such tenderness.
Complete me; and
yearn for my existence—
Devour me with such completeness.
Explore my soul through its depths,
Until your light reaches through its darkest.

Through the every inch of my soul,
Gaze at my symbols,
And witness all the toil—
all the crawl—that's carved
Within the edge of my soul