Hunger

She's one hell of peoples, everyone

is bound to know the name of one.

You're sure to find them in the dark

or lost within another hark.

Or hear the very breath of them.

The hunger feeds on everyone.

With flowers strangled in their hair

they will take you nowhere and leave you there.

And you will never know that you have met

one of hungers gaunt disciples.

A smile could steal a heart away

or leave fulfillments ashen stare

or break your bones upon the fire

take you high and leave you lower,

than you have ever been before.

The hunger comes in many ways

but leaves each man a loser.