The pleasant, the lover, the whore,
I don't know which one I need more
in this very time of loneliness
or to fulfill my raging emptiness.
My life, my love, my hate,
my own me I ate
and left nothing but ashes
while my mind gnashes.
Your breasts, your hips, your eyes,
all of them could melt the ice
that is hidden inside my heart ablaze
and to end this everlasting stargaze.