The Hunger -

Under the care of an unseeing angel memories of heaven

As the clouds reveal the sun the wild bird weeps

Be blessed he gives us suffering

Remember the cross as you prepare for hell

My curse of pleasure.

Mixing ashes with pain and guilt

I corner myself, cold and mute in some dim cave unknown

The world’s ravishing rage is shut off like a light

Hold my hand.

Follow me into the dark abyss

Can I go with you?

The stars don’t look the same