Demon, eating mind and bodies,
Licking off the blood and tears,
Leave me, beg you, for somebody
Stop this rain of pain and fears.

I was waiting for an angel –
Wings of fire, pure soul
But my choice had suffered changes
Someone must have switched the roads.

Now you’re here – in my bedroom –
Moving statue – steel and fire,
Black-wood carving, spikes on sternum,
Toxic smell of souls dying.

***
I could see – you weren’t in hurry,
You would look at me and laugh,
‘Do they call you anyhow?’
Answer was: ‘Unshared Love’.