Analysis of Wanted !..........................Someone.............(yes !...You)

WANTED !.......SOMEONE.....(YES ! YOU)

Ever untouched from
Angel's fingertips
or warming kisses
onto dry, cold lips
where a misty past,
aged, well deep
and so forlorn and
unlikely to surmise
where a dark, torn life
continues branching
for sorrow is that
Big, Old, Dirty, Word
aye, that nobody else
ever needed to hear
and, why can't I bag
sackfuls of sunshine
for these so stormy
nights and/or days
I, for I do possess
nothing, nor no-one
forseen all my suns
sinking for evermore
will a Black Illness
be seen to kill me
can't I break free
come, touch upon me