She builds booby traps from paper clips
And ration cans while her GI lover...
Polished chains, dawn-breaking and faith forsaking
Sentiment pales to diversity and balance flees us...
Night falls upon her blessed face,
Pulled into her tired embrace...
Not quite true
not quite lies...
Alas so few,
Man is alone...
Breath,
Oh prey...
Demons are flying around in my mind; I'm screaming...
Leaving scars unbelievably bleeding...
Darkness claims only a chosen few,
Whose remains are no longer alive...
I just heard the bang, and in minutes, it tumbled...
It flipped-flopped rocks over dust. Head first...
I heard that the first person
that you think of in the morning...
The mask I wear is pretty,
But only I can see...
This insatiable hunger
Glows deep inside of me...