Dark places of the earth,
hearts of wild men
were all there,
guarding the door of Darkness.
Faithless pilgrims,
gand of virtue,
inspired uneasiness.
There is a taint of death
a flavor of morality
in this strange world.
Is it not frightful
all this energy was wasted
to the hidden evil
to the profound darkness
in its heart.
You lost your way,
the unpardonable sin,
evil or truth
black shadow of disease
inhabited devastation of
God-Forsaken wilderness.
Devil,
Devil of Greed,
Devil of Desires,
let an avenging fire consume
the earth.
(Cannibals)
How out of touch
a Fiend was in there.

Dark places of the earth,
hearts of wild men
were all there,
guarding the door of Darkness.
Faithless pilgrims,
gand of virtue,
inspired uneasiness.
There is a taint of death
a flavor of morality
in this strange world.
Is it not frightful
all this energy was wasted
to the hidden evil
to the profound darkness
in its heart.
You lost your way,
the unpardonable sin,
evil or truth
black shadow of disease
inhabited devastation of
God-Forsaken wilderness.
Devil,
Devil of Greed,
Devil of Desires,
let an avenging fire consume
the earth.
(Cannibals)
How out of touch
a Fiend was in there.

I am the girl
in the shadows
and if you had
stopped just for a
second
you'd see me
hiding and rotting away,
starving for my time
to feel the sun
and the breeze caress my skin.
Me,
getting thinner and thinner
everyday
trying to get to the invisible
the no body weight,
feel the heat on my pale
ashen skin.
Feel comfortable
relaxed
walking around.
Just to feel nothing
but beauty
starving in my corner
waiting till it's my turn
to step into
the spot light
to be thin and air like
to feel pure,
but for now
I'll crawl into the corner
of my mind and pretend
I don't see the monsters
of hunger.
I'll crawl
into those satin sheets
and cry of aches and pains
I'll ignore the fact
it's not getting better
but worse.

I am the girl
in the shadows
and if you had
stopped just for a
second
you'd see me
hiding and rotting away,
starving for my time
to feel the sun
and the breeze caress my skin.
Me,
getting thinner and thinner
everyday
trying to get to the invisible
the no body weight,
feel the heat on my pale
ashen skin.
Feel comfortable
relaxed
walking around.
Just to feel nothing
but beauty
starving in my corner
waiting till it's my turn
to step into
the spot light
to be thin and air like
to feel pure,
but for now
I'll crawl into the corner
of my mind and pretend
I don't see the monsters
of hunger.
I'll crawl
into those satin sheets
and cry of aches and pains
I'll ignore the fact
it's not getting better
but worse.

If you ever
look at me
and don't see me
please tell me,
and I'll come
back,
to be me
myself,
the one I act
to be.
The one who's
confident,
and I'll tell
you
all the things
you want to hear
and nothing you don't
because I'll
hide my deamons,

I love you for you
or your hesitant
soft yearnings
to your slight grin,
there isn't anything
I wouldn't do for you.
For your eyes
like soft wood
for your thoughts
structured and respectful.
But I hesitate to say
you'd do anything for me.
For my quick
unthoughtful plans
and ever present smile
for my eyes
like sad clouded skies
of for my thoughts,
poetic.