With the mere stone-deep faces,
lurking from beyond. I begin to
wonder who shall run and
save me? Beyond the lit moon
searching in the masses of bodies,
but that one moon in search of me.
If you ought to know my name?
Oh, at the time I am nameless.
But beyond the darkness fills
my world. She is not who I long for,
with massive breast and yellowish
decaying teeth. I sighed and thought:
who am I to say that she isn't
beautiful?

Give me water for I may drink.
Give me death for I may die.