From my rotting corpse no flowers but weeds shall grow A crumbling tombstone with fading lyrics 'she died to no one's pain'

My Still Disturbance Behind Misleading Composure

On the path, wooed off the road by wolf's charms, promised a dance in the lillies, true to his word, a dance left a river red.

True, i hold a fear, To be rendered powerless to the wolf and be devoured in all my innocence

Sitting inside myself,
To feel the bleeding,
With every lonely beat

Stand and confront my demise, However as intentions started to revert and to no prevail, i am seduced back into blasphemy

In Order To Be Starved Of Love I Must First Desire It

One day i'll purge my heart,
It's last breaths of life,
For it has given me no love to live

Am i Hungry ?

Yes -

But not the way you know of

I must say dear child I take a great disliking for the human kind