Still is the night I think of you

Still is the night I think of you
My betrayal is deep inside me
I am not unfaithful nor have I thought wrong
I have longing, I have urges
To experience, to witness, to live
Monotony is the death of my eternity
I wonder and find minute adventure
In the way a wrapper slides along the ground
Trivial decadence is my elexier
Your heaven I do not deserve
Though I accept it with graciousness